Richard Aaron Hamilton

Richard "Scooter" Aaron Hamilton passed away on February 7th, 2026, peacefully in his home. He might have moved on but he leaves behind, his wife of 21 years, Amanda Hamilton, and his children, Gunner, Liberty, and Trinity. He is also survived by his brothers and sister, Spunky, Bubba, Dirt, and Sis Hamilton. He is proceeded in death by his father and mother, Harold and Cookie Hamilton. The list of beloved individuals he held dear to him goes so far beyond this short list since Scooter was known for welcoming many and all people into his family.

Scooter was a man known by many names, and he loved many things. There were very few times you would find him inside. He would even prefer watching his OU football, listening to his obscure music, cooking on the grill, and having a good meal outdoors. He enjoyed spending his time playing cornhole, working on old trucks that may never run, floating down rivers and breaking rope swings, fishing, boating, and finding new adventures. Many knew Scooter by his remarkable fashion choices. He adored cut off shirts (or his "going-to-town" shirts), flip-flops, especially paired with socks (which his kids hated), overalls (without a shirt underneath), kilts, anything tie-dyed, Peaky Blinders caps, and his unmistakable straw hat.

If you ask Scooter's loved ones what they will remember him by, you will probably hear something along the lines of him being an ornery prankster, always up to something. He was a moon lover, always looking up at the sky each night. He was a musician at heart, even though the only instrument he played was the drums on his belly. He was a dancer although he could never be a professional. He was a bartender, even though the only drink he mastered was his own 'scrap dawg.' They'd also say he was a helper, even when he shouldn't be. He was always helping people even if helping hurt him.

He was a dad. There was nothing he loved more than his children, and his children extended farther than his biological ones. He saw all his children, nieces, nephews, and their friends as his own and showed up for each and every one. His loved ones would say he was a good friend, but he was more than that. You could say he had few friends because he constantly turned friends into family. He kept his door open, because he loved even the people who might have felt unlovable and he never failed to hold out a drink and a meal to them. And last but not least, he was a teller of some vile 'yo momma' jokes.

Scooter's Celebration of Life is Thursday, February 12th at Bright Morning Farms in Sand Springs. The celebration will be from 2 to 4 p.m. Anyone is welcome to come and go as they please. Please dress in casual clothing. Flowers are not needed but bring some good stories to tell. If you cannot be in attendance do not fret, just know he is up in the sky, under that big ol' moon of his, fishing and probably hollering some bizarre, animate sound, while always, always having a beer in his hand. And if you listen really closely, you may just hear him laughing, lining up one last dirty joke, waiting for someone to dare him to say it, and it most definitely starts with yo momma.

Arrangements are in the care of Green Hill Funeral Home.

.