Tyler & Emily, we are just hearing this news & are devastated for you. Please know you are in our thoughts and prayers. You raised an incredible young man and will always have so many fond memories to cherish. Love, hugs, & support from Texas for the two of you and Elliott. Jamie & Shelly Spears
I have no words to describe how deeply I feel for Edmond’s family and those that knew him.
I didn’t know him well, but it was a privilege to have him as a classmate and a peer ever since 6th grade. You couldn’t be around Edmond without having a good laugh. There are a couple memories I want to share.
The first was when we were in 8th grade, in the percussion room at Cooper, and it was some sort of spirit day (rock n roll day or something). We were messing around in there (….uh, I mean doing warm up drills) while the band did their warm ups. He was showing us his fake stick on tattoos he put on for the occasion, and then ended up asking me to write ‘death metal’ on his hands; one letter per finger. We were giggling and laughing so much, I had trouble spelling the words out.
Another memory was after a band event, where we went to Cicis pizza for dinner. Every time we went to Cicis, a pizza eating contest was involved. If I remember correctly, he would win every time or at least come very close to winning. This one time, when it came time to make the final count, he, Ethan, and a couple others ended up having an intense debate on whether the crusts had to be eaten to count, or left as proof of the slice eaten. I don’t remember the outcome, but I do remember how passionately they were in the “crust vs no crust” discussion.
This other time was at a percussion section party. He and some others were playing this game where you have to ‘moo’ like a cow at each other while keeping a straight face; if you laughed or broke character, you lost. Unsurprisingly, Edmond was really good at this game. We were in the backyard even though it was already dark outside. It started out with just tiny, civilized ‘moos’, but as the game escalated, yelling and theatrics were involved. I vividly remember him on all fours staring straight at the person across from him while yelling out a long, drawn out ‘mooooooo’ after which he proceeded to lower his head down to the grass and bite down on a chunk of grass. I could literally hear the grass being ripped from ground! Not only that, Edmond kept a straight face the whole time up until he started chewing on the blades of grass and had to spit them out!
I’ll never forget how cool he was, and how much fun it was just having him around.
We’re so deeply saddened to hear about this tragic loss…. although we didn’t know Edmond well, we will never forget that curly red headed boy coming up to bat against our little league team…. All of our boys would get ready b/c everyone knew to “watch out for Edmond, he’s a great baseball player!”
My husband, Cody, had the privilege of watching Edmond grow up through 5th & 6th grade at Draper and he remembers his good character and leadership skills, even in those awkward pre-teen years!! He would always look out for others and find a way to make you smile!!! Edmond carried that same greatness into Wylie High school as his smile and laughter was contagious on and off the field!!!
We’re praying for peace that surpasses all understanding!! May God carry you through!
Love from TX-
Jeni & Cody Summers
I am so sorry. I’ve loved watching the Hamiltons from afar all these years, and seeing the boys grow up. I was so shocked and saddened by the news, and my heart goes out to you all. You’re in my thoughts.
I didn't know Edmund well, but I wish I had. I knew his parents because they lived in Sachse across the street from my stepson, daughter-in-law and grand-twins. To say the family was friendly is like saying fudge-brownies are good. It was so obvious that writing it seems trite.
In my limited acquaintance with Edmund he impressed me with an incredible smile and an upbeat persona that radiated positivity. I loved seeing him and Elliot playing catch in the yard, always laughing. But here’s what impressed me most about him. One of my grand-twins is autistic. When one has a kid or grandkid who has special needs, one worries about bullies, sure, but also about unintentional cruelty. That couldn’t happen on Forest Ridge Trail because the “big kids” – Edmund and Elliot – treated Miles so wonderfully. One time the half-block became a ballfield. I think the game was kickball, but it could have been wiffleball. What stands out is how patient and encouraging they were with Miles, involving him in every part of the game and making sure that he wasn’t skipped over when it was his turn to bat (or kick).
Emily and Tyler, Anne and I have been thinking about you constantly since we heard the news. You are living our nightmare. We wish we could erase your nightmare, relieve you of some of the pain, make things better. In rugby, when a teammate is running with the ball and you want to let him know you’re available for a pass, you yell “With you!” Emily, Tyler and Elliot, please know that we’re with you.
I am so so sorry to hear about Edmond. I wish I could be there with you as someone who has experienced some of what you must be going thru. Please know that I'm praying that God will give you peace in time, as he has given me. Remember I'm here for you anytime if/when you want to talk.
My deepest condolences for your devastating loss. So much love to you all, my heart breaks for you. May the love from all your friends and family soothe you a bit during this time.
Gina Rohlfsen Dunlap