Rev Richard Royer Hamilton Jr.

My earliest memory of Dick was the one that my mom would tell us about him. He was only about 2 years old and his parents (Uncle Dick and Aunt Ethel) were in Syracuse and was visiting my folks. They left Dickie (as he was called) as they had an appointment to go to. My mom put Dickie down for a nap and when he woke up he had wet the bed but in his little sweet voice he told my mom, "Aunt Marian, aren't you glad I didn't pee upon the pillow?" My mom said he was so sweet and so proud of...

Chris and I want to sent our love to the family. I lost a brother and you all lost a husband, father and Grand father. I am so sorry he had a difficult time in his final days. I know he is with Mom and Dad and is feeling no pain and rejoicing to be in Haven. Being Dick enjoyed flying, we are going to make a donation in his name to Wings of Compassion. They are a Christian based non profit assisting in disaster areas like North Carolina etc. With private aircraft.