Harry S. Hartman, III
Harry S Hartman III (83)
May 24, 1941 – April 15, 2025
On Tuesday, April 15, 2025, Harry of Chalfont, PA went home to be with our Lord. Harry was born in Norristown, Pennsylvania, the son of Harry S. Hartman, 2nd and Olivia L. Hartman (Kulp). Harry enjoyed his work in construction as a heavy equipment operator. He was the proud father of 2 children – his son, Harry, IV who resides in Arizona and daughter, Holly also resides in Arizona; along with the children’s mother Carol Hartman. He was also a cherished grandfather of two grandchildren. Harry, III was preceded in death by his five sisters, Elaine, Gwen, Joyce, Caroline and Sylvia.
2 Timothy 4:7-8
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.
Oh Dad, I miss you terribly. There is a void now in my life. I just can't pick up the phone and call my Dad. I feel so lost at times, my heart is sad I don't have my Dad anymore. There's the memories I have and cherish so much, but no more can be created, feels so empty. I miss our talks, the laughs, the advice. The talks that we recently had for a week and half in the morning, lunch and in the evening, is now empty time. Often I think, oh I want to call my Dad to see how he is and what he did and ate, hear his voice, talk about what we will be doing once he gets out here and he can be with his family and create new memories with all of us and now I can't. Dad you would've loved the farm properties I was going to show you close by where I live, there were so many animals and beautiful big trees, you would've enjoyed. You were so excited to be with all of us, we were all excited to be with you. I love you so very much. I will always take with me as I travel through life now, your quote you always told me. " Well sometimes the bear eats you and sometimes you eat the bear, Holly".
Oh Dad, I miss you terribly. There is a void now in my life.
I just can’t pick up the phone and call my Dad. I feel so lost at times, my heart is sad I don’t have my Dad anymore. There’s the memories I have and cherish so much, but no more can be created, feels so empty. I miss our talks, the laughs, the advice. The talks that we recently had for a week and half in the morning, lunch and in the evening, is now empty time. Often I think, oh I want to call my Dad to see how he is and what he did and ate, hear his voice, talk about what we will be doing once he gets out here and he can be with his family and create new memories with all of us and now I can’t.
Dad you would’ve loved the farm properties I was going to show you close by where I live, there were so many animals and beautiful big trees, you would’ve enjoyed. You were so excited to be with all of us, we were all excited to be with you.
I love you so very much.
I will always take with me as I travel through life now, your quote you always told me. ” Well sometimes the bear eats you and sometimes you eat the bear, Holly”.