The Shadow
Benjamin Hubbard Jr.
Benjamin Hubbard Jr., age 64, of Covington died on February 25, 2025.
He was proceeded in death by his parents, Pastor Nancy and Benny Hubbard Sr.; his wife, Deniece Hubbard; and a granddaughter, Taylor Atkinson.
Benjamin was survived by three daughters, Catrina Hill (Christopher), Britany Cox (Kevin), and Merissa Hubbard (Derek); a son, Benjamin Lanier Hubbard III (Megan); a brother, Timothy Hubbard; a stand in sister and friend, Kimberly Helper (Gary); and his grandchildren, Kiersten (Justin), Dylan, Cameron, Kendall, Landon, Giovanni, Christopher, Ashton and Addalyn; and a number of nieces and nephews.
We say goodbye to a man who meant so much to so many—Benjamin Lanier Hubbard Jr. Losing him so soon after Deniece is a heartbreak none of us could have prepared for, but if there is any comfort to be found, it’s knowing that they are together again. The love they shared was something rare—strong, unwavering, and built to withstand the test of time. Now, they are side by side once more, just as they were always meant to be.
Ben was the kind of man you could count on. A man of knowledge, strength, and quiet wisdom—someone who could teach you how to survive in the wild, fix just about anything, and hold a conversation that left you walking away knowing more than you did before. He had been through his fair share of hardships and accidents, but no matter what life threw at him, he always came out strong, good-willed, and ready to move forward. That was just who he was.
He had a passion for the outdoors—hunting, fishing, camping, and raising cattle. He was a man who knew the land, who could plant a garden, build with his hands, and prepare a meal from the ground up. He understood the value of hard work and passed down those lessons to those willing to learn. If you ever had a question about farming, hunting, or gun safety, you didn’t need to Google it—you just needed to ask Ben. He could reload his own ammunition, skin a deer like it was second nature, and give you advice that was always rooted in experience.
And then there was his love for music—not just any music, but the classics. Rock and roll, blue-eyed soul, disco—his taste was as timeless as he was. He’d be just as happy listening to a song as he would be playing his old Nintendo, watching a Western, or spending time with his dog, Dixie. He was a man of simple joys; the kind that didn’t need much more than the people he loved and the hobbies that made him happy.
Ben had a knack for nicknames—if you knew him long enough, chances are you had one. It was his way of making people feel special, of showing affection in his own way.
Whether it was on a camping trip, a stop at Harbor Freight or Rural King, or a special occasion at Hibachi, he always had a way of making moments feel memorable.
But at the center of it all was his family. He adored his wife, Deniece, and together they built a life filled with laughter, love, and adventure. Their children—Catrina, Britany, Merissa, and Benjamin III—were the greatest parts of his legacy, and he cherished his grandchildren and great-grandchild beyond measure. His brother, Timmy was his lifelong companion in this journey, and now, he carries forward his memory and the lessons he shared.
Ben was a provider, a protector, and a teacher. He showed us the value of hard work, the importance of being prepared, and the strength that comes from perseverance. He lived life on his own terms, with a quiet confidence that let you know everything was going to be okay.
Losing both him and Deniece has left an emptiness that words can’t fully describe. But if they were here, they would remind us to stay strong, to take care of each other, and to keep moving forward, just as they always did.
So, in honor of Ben, let’s carry on the traditions he loved. Let’s spend time outdoors, appreciate a good song, and most importantly, take care of the people around us.
Because that’s what he did—every single day.
Rest easy, Ben. You were a man of great knowledge, great strength, and an even greater heart. Your legacy lives on in the lessons you taught, the love you gave, and the family you left behind. You will never be forgotten.
