Robert Ross (6 Jun 1935 - 18 Jun 2026)

The whole LNAA team send our deepest sympathies to Robert’s family and friends. We cannot imagine what you are going through at this time, but we hope that the treasured moments you shared together bring some comfort today and in the days ahead. A candle has been lit in Robert’s memory, as a symbol of support and remembrance from all of us at the Lincs & Notts Air Ambulance.

In loving memory of uncle Bobby. We will miss your smile and laughter.

Rest in peace dad love you always

In Loving Memory of My Grandad, Bobby Ross.
With a heavy heart and profound gratitude for a life beautifully and selflessly lived, I say farewell to my grandad, Bobby Ross—the beloved patriarch of our family. Bobby was a devoted father, an adored grandad to me, my brother and sister, and a proud great-grandad to my boys. He was our anchor, a man whose presence defined our lives and whose love shaped who we are today.
Grandad always ensured we knew exactly where we came from and kept our roots firmly planted. To uplift his family and guarantee our future, he moved to work in the local mine. Through his years of hard work underground, he provided us with much more than a living; he instilled in us a fierce, unshakeable work ethic and a lifelong awareness that family always comes first. He truly lived by the principle that charity begins at home, proving himself generous to a fault, always pushing to help us out whether that was financially or through his unwavering support.
In my younger years, he was my safety net. He stepped up constantly with childcare for my brother and me. I would always be so eager to get on the bus, knowing that when I arrived, I’d be welcomed with jam sandwiches, sticky iced buns, and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air waiting for us on the TV. Grandad created a childhood for me that was a flurry of happy memories. He was a man of quiet devotion, standing to wash the pots for hours without complaint, and a man of pure joy, lifting me up on his shins to play see-saw. Whenever I had something pretty, he would marvel at it, calling it a "bobby dazzler." He was never shy to buy me frivolous bits and bobs, living for the instant gratification of seeing a family member happy.
As our family grew year on year, Grandad remained the firm, guiding figure at the center of every single milestone. From our annual Christmases and New Year’s Day gatherings to Easter and birthday meals, his presence was the ultimate tradition. He was fiercely protective of all the children, yet possessed a beautiful, childlike spirit of his own. The formative holidays we shared together—whether exploring France or making memories by the coast in Bridlington—are treasures that time can never fade.
I am far more fortunate than most to have made it to 35 years old and still have a grandad to kiss goodbye to. But saying goodbye can never truly happen. We don't say goodbye, Grandad. You live on in my boys.

Love you Uncle Bobby xox