Richard Francis McCoy

richard mccoy

February 24, 1939 ~ February 27, 2024

Born in: New York City, New York
Resided in: Woodstock, Georgia

Richard Francis “Dick” McCoy, born to the late Francis J. McCoy and the late Mary (Gleason) McCoy on February 24, 1939, in New York City, peacefully passed away on February 27, 2024, at AccentCare Inpatient Hospice in Cumming, Georgia. He was 85 years old.

Dick was a devoted husband to the late Virginia Judith McCoy, a loving father to Richard “Rich” McCoy (Christine) of Canton, Georgia, and Jennifer Blaske (Robert) of Marietta, GA, a cherished older brother to Robert and the late Christopher, and grandfather to Ryan, Lauren, Rachael, Rebecca, and Benjamin. He was deeply loved and will be profoundly missed by all who knew him.

Throughout his life, Dick found fulfillment in his work as a computer programmer. His dedication and expertise in his field were commendable, and he made significant contributions to the hospital software industry for over 40 years.

Beyond his professional pursuits, Dick had a passion for prestidigitation, delighting in the art of sleight of hand. His skill and enthusiasm for close-up magic brought joy to many, and he often entertained his friends and family with his captivating performances.

Dick’s warm and friendly demeanor endeared him to all who crossed his path. He cherished his time after retirement, spending time with friends at the local Senior Center, where he found camaraderie and companionship. Dick also played electric guitar in the Senior Center band.

Dick leaves behind a legacy of love, laughter, and kindness. His memory will be forever cherished by his family and friends, who were blessed to have known him.

May Richard Francis McCoy rest in eternal peace, reunited with his beloved wife, Virginia, and his dear brother, Christopher, knowing that his legacy of love and laughter will live on in the hearts of those he touched.

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  1. Peggy DeCoursey says:

    I knew Dick, when his name was Richie, many, many years ago; we grew up around the corner from each other, in the Bronx.

    He was, what I would call, a good man who had many talents that he kindly shared. The ones that come to mind are: origami, card magic, math and guitar.

    He would talk about his kids,grandchildren and his many friends at the senior center. I have to include his neighbors, who were really good to him. I remember telling Dick, “never move.”

    He was a kind spirit, who will.be missed.


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