Our father, Vic to his friends, was an only child born and raised in Elizabeth New Jersey. His Father, Victor Winston Hamilton Sr. was killed in action during the Second World War. Even with this loss, he was surrounded by family. He was raised by his mother while living with his Grandparents and his beloved Aunt Manny. She filled in for his father attending all his school's Father and Son events. He loved the summers he spent with his family down the Jersey Shore playing Skee-Ball at the Seaside Boardwalk Arcades.

After high school, he served in the U.S. Army and was stationed at the Korean Border helping to maintain peace between the north and south nations. He also helped set up a little league baseball team for the local Korean children. Back stateside, he was stationed at the Pentagon and was there during the tense days of the Cuban Missile Crises. My mother remembers his calls home, and his inability to leave since the building was on high alert and locked down.

Our father met my mother, Marylin Knapp, on a boat ride to Coney Island. Many of the local schools were on the end of year trip. A little later in the evening, after enjoying too many celebrations, he hung off the boat and threatened to jump if my mom did not dance with him. Oddly, she agreed to a date after this stunt. They were married in 1964 and had three children Trisha, James and Sande.

He loved his work as a Special Agent in the F.B.I from 1971 until his retirement in the 1990s. He was always proud of his association with the organization. He rose from Field Agent to head a special unit devoted to the newest technologies of criminal profiling.

He was a dedicated family man. He often traveled for his job but always made time for the family. When he was in his home office in New York City, or Oklahoma, or Washington D.C. he made the commute every day and made it home every night in time to have dinner with the family. When the family expanded to include grandchildren Ashlee, Tyler, Joey, Theirry, Logan and Madeline, he relished in participating in their lives. He became their coach, chauffeur, tour guide, task master and all around goto Grandpa.

He loved movies, especially Westerns, or comedies like Monty Python and The Marx Bothers. He also had a passion for his 1964 Mustang and in helping animals of all shapes and sizes. As a family, we have taken care of a horse, rabbits, lizards, fish, hamsters, cats and dogs.

He loved sports, especially his beloved football, baseball and car racing. Strangely, he never watched basketball but loved coaching it. He volunteered many times over the years coaching for girl’s basketball teams. He said he preferred girls because they were better at listening.

Overall, he was a practical man. He was not one to enjoy people making a fuss over him. He never sought a spotlight but worked hard behind the scenes in all of our lives. He believed in hard work, doing the right things, helping others and giving back to the community. He taught us to treat everyone with respect and to try our best in everything we do.

The donation had made us so very happy that, even in his passing, our father was able to continue his quiet way of helping others.

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