Birth date: Sep 30, 1946 Death date: Jan 27, 2024
Douglas Max Hogue, 77, of Escondido, CA. was born September 30, 1946, in West Virginia and passed away Saturday January 27, 2024 in Palomar Medical Center. He is survived by his wife, Frances Nesbitt-Hogue, daughter Tiffani Richar Read Obituary
Here’s another picture for the memory books; Doug & my buddy Dan resting against my ‘59 Apache before Mama Kat’s opened for the day. After attending his service today, I was grateful to have crossed paths with him, but wished it would’ve been nice if it happened sooner. Fair winds and following Seas, Doug🫡🇺🇸
-Darryl
This is how I often saw Doug over the last 7+ years, enjoying his Sunday visits at Mama Kat’s with his friends. Doug was always up for a little chat; I’m gonna miss seeing him at breakfast and around town.
Doug will forever be missed by our family. Even though Doug and my sister Fran lived on the west coast and we on the east coast, Doug never missed a day calling our Dad, his father-in-law, Mr. Wilbert Nesbit, to check on him and to see how he was doing. We already miss hearing Doug's inquiring voice that was really genuine, because he cared. Dad always told Doug how much he appreciated him every day. We thank God for the more than twenty years of having Doug in our family. Doug was a huge presence, and we will not forget him. We pray God's blessings over his soul as we continue to pray for my sister's strength, her peace and comfort in the Lord. Sincerely, Gale Christopher and Family.
Doug was always a great person to be around. He always had wisdom to share with a joyful twist. Thank you for the memories my friend.
Doug and I have known each other since grade school and even lived near each back then. We never had a single class or ran around together. The only conversations were limited to "Hay" when we encountered each other. Fortunately I eventually got to know Doug when I started going to a different coffee shop several years ago. Doug and I looked at each other and said "Hay" but it was more like "Hay, I know you!" For the last few years we were part of a group that met 6 or 7 days a week. I soon learned that there was a soft inner core to that rough outer shell. Doug cared deeply about his friends and I know that he cherished those friendships. Morning coffee will never be the same and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Happy trails old friend.
