Curtis Hamrick

In Loving Memory of Curtis “Curt” Eugene Hamrick

Curtis “Curt” Eugene Hamrick was born on July 13, 1953, in Blue Sulphur, West Virginia, to Anna Ruth Bryant Hamrick and Eugene Hamrick. He entered this world on his grandfather Ray’s farm, surrounded by the beauty and simplicity of the place he would always call home in his heart. As a young boy, Curt attended the nearby one-room schoolhouse on Snake Run Road, beginning a life that would remain deeply rooted in family. As well as a belonging to the Holiness faith, Curt enjoyed talking about his faith in the Lord and sharing scriptures with his siblings.

Curt passed away on September 1, 2026, in Charleston, West Virginia, surrounded by his siblings and children. Although his passing leaves a tremendous emptiness for those who loved him, his life leaves behind countless memories, stories, laughter, and moments that will continue to bring comfort for years to come.

Curt was preceded in death by his beloved grandparents, Ray and Mable Hamrick; Susie and Dave McKinley Bryant; his parents, Anna Ruth and Eugene Hamrick; his older sister, Helen Hamrick; and his longtime partner, Betty Gwinn.

He leaves behind his daughters, Katrina McMillion, Rhonda and her husband Chuck Brown, and Vonda and her husband Russell Washington III. He also leaves behind his siblings, Kathy and her husband Bobby Brunty, Juanita Hamrick, Ronald Hamrick, Ricky and his wife Linda Hamrick, Nathan Hamrick, Carolyn Martin, Charlotte and her husband Ed Sims, Jimmy and his wife Donna Hamrick, Delano and his wife Michelle Hamrick, and David and his wife Lauren Hamrick.

Curtis also leaves behind a family filled with grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and loved ones who meant more to him than his words could ever express. He found so much joy in knowing what everyone was up to and hearing about the lives they were building. He was genuinely proud of each of them and all they had accomplished, always taking comfort in seeing his family grow and thrive.

Curt valued the close relationships he shared with his family. He loved all of his siblings dearly, and that love was a thread woven throughout his life. Family mattered to him, and some of his happiest memories were made simply by being together.

For many years, Sundays meant family dinner on Bennett Mountain with his parents. Curt would bring his children along, creating a tradition that became much more than a meal. It was time together, time to laugh, talk, share stories, and make memories. Those Sundays are the kinds of moments that may seem ordinary at the time, but become priceless treasures when we look back.

Curt had a way of turning ordinary days into adventures.

There were weekend movie nights when the family would rent movies from Take a Break, turn the living room into a makeshift campground, and settle in together to watch scary movies. There were burgers and sandwiches, laughter, and the simple joy of being together. There were evenings spent shooting pool at the game room in Ronceverte, and times when music filled the air, especially songs from Charlie Pride, George Jones, and Waylon Jennings, songs that will forever carry a little piece of Curt with it.

There are stories that will undoubtedly be told again and again.

Who could forget the lawnmower tractor turned into a makeshift sled in the winter? Or the time Curtis took the girls’ bike for a ride in Cornstalk? These are just some of the memories that capture who he was: playful, adventurous, and never afraid to have a little fun.

Curt loved animals and had a deep appreciation for the outdoors. He was a hard worker who took pride in what he could accomplish with his own hands. He had a genuine passion and natural skill for landscaping. He loved working in the nursery, caring for plants, and watching things grow. There was something fitting about that, Curt understood the value of tending to something, putting in the work, and giving it the care, it needed to flourish.

He was even known by his girls for growing the biggest spud they have ever seen, a memory that seems perfectly fitting to a man who knew his way around a garden and loved what he could grow.

But perhaps one of Curt’s greatest gifts was his sense of humor.

He always seemed to have a joke ready. Whether it was perfectly timed, completely unexpected, or one that made you shake your head while laughing, Curt knew how to bring a smile to people’s faces. His humor was part of who he was, and his family and friends will miss that laughter greatly.

He gave his children memories they will carry for the rest of their lives. He gave his siblings the bond of a brother who loved them deeply. And he gave everyone who knew him a collection of stories that will continue to be shared whenever his name is spoken.

In the days ahead, there will be moments when his absence feels heavy. There will be songs that bring him to mind, places that make you think of him, and family gatherings where you expect to see him or hear one of his jokes.

But those moments can also be reminders that Curt is still present in the lives that he was a part of.

He is in the stories his siblings tell. He is in the memories of Sundays on Bennett Mountain, and saying “Remember when Curt…”

He will be deeply missed, lovingly remembered, and forever cherished by his daughters, his siblings, his family, and all those who have known him.

A special thank you to his niece, Jotina Hamrick, who played an integral part in Curtis’ health and wellness over the last four years. Jotina was a faithful caregiver that always brought her big heart with her. His girls would like to thank her for her time and love poured into their father. His girls would also like to send their love to Jotina’s son, Delano, who was Curt’s special buddy and made his stormy days a whole lot brighter.

Rest peacefully, Curt.