14/05/2026
David Wilson of Thornton, Bradford, passed away peacefully at home surrounded by his loving family on 3rd May 2026, aged 84 years.
Devoted husband and soulmate of Debbie for over 46 wonderful years, proud and ever-supporting dad to Dawn, Gary, Debbie, Damian, Donna and the late Tracy, treasured grandad to Craig, Stacy, Reece, Joshua, Samantha, Lauren, James, Ellie, Kirby-Lee, Ben and Darcie and a much loved great-grandad, brother, brother-in-law, uncle and a true friend to many.
A true Yorkshire gentleman through and through, David was a lifelong Bradford City supporter and proud season ticket holder who stuck with City through thick, thin and very thin. He was also proud President of Branwell House, where he shared countless laughs, stories and good times with friends old and new. A natural-born entertainer with a quick wit and a story for every occasion, he never failed to raise a smile, a laugh, or occasionally an eyebrow. Whether you knew him for five minutes or fifty years, chances are he left you happier than he found you. And in true David fashion, he lived life exactly as he wanted — proudly, loudly, generously and always “his way.”
Funeral service to be held at Shay Grange Crematorium on Thursday 28th May at 10:30am.
Family flowers only please. Donations in David’s memory may be made to Marie Curie, with a collection box available as you leave the Chapel.
Bradford City colours or attire may be worn, if desired, in honour of David’s beloved City — although he’d probably still have something to say about the referee.
Following the service, family and friends are warmly invited to continue sharing stories, laughter and a few drinks in true David style at where else but The Branwell House — because David never believed anyone should leave a gathering too early.
David will make his final journey through his beloved Thornton village at 10:00am, travelling from the bottom of James Street to Kipping Lane. Anyone wishing to pay their respects is welcome to stand along Thornton Road to say farewell. There will be plenty of time afterwards to make your way to the Crematorium.
As someone once said, “I did it my way” — and anyone who knew David would know there was never any other way he’d have done it.