Misty Alice Hamilton was born Joshua Matthew Bartram on January 12, 1990.
She grew up with a love of her friends, of writing, design, and film. Always curious, always striving to better herself. She made herself better. She made her friends better.
Misty Alice Hamilton transistioned in September of 2009. She had finally found a sense of happiness, of belonging and comfort within herself there.
Later she had cultivated a passion for volunteer therapy work; she wanted to help in any way she could - those too disadvantaged or fearful of traditional therapy could and did come to her in complete anonimity. This is who she was, a helping hand, a listener, a hope, all for never asking more than the privilege to do so.
Misty Alice Hamilton lost her battle with depression on May 29th, 2017.
She is missed, and left a world a little dimmer at her passing. Every life Misty touched felt her presence, soft and warm and ever reaching for something better than before.
And now, her family dearly needs your help to lay her to rest - Her family, her mother and grandmother, are of retirement age and cannot afford the funeral costs for her. We're reaching out to you in hopes that you might find it in your hearts to help them out during this difficult time. Thank you for your time.
She grew up with a love of her friends, of writing, design, and film. Always curious, always striving to better herself. She made herself better. She made her friends better.
Misty Alice Hamilton transistioned in September of 2009. She had finally found a sense of happiness, of belonging and comfort within herself there.
Later she had cultivated a passion for volunteer therapy work; she wanted to help in any way she could - those too disadvantaged or fearful of traditional therapy could and did come to her in complete anonimity. This is who she was, a helping hand, a listener, a hope, all for never asking more than the privilege to do so.
Misty Alice Hamilton lost her battle with depression on May 29th, 2017.
She is missed, and left a world a little dimmer at her passing. Every life Misty touched felt her presence, soft and warm and ever reaching for something better than before.
And now, her family dearly needs your help to lay her to rest - Her family, her mother and grandmother, are of retirement age and cannot afford the funeral costs for her. We're reaching out to you in hopes that you might find it in your hearts to help them out during this difficult time. Thank you for your time.