Billy Lee Hasty, age 86 of Lebanon, Ohio passed away on Monday, June 16, 2025. He is preceded in death by his parents Carter and John Eva Hasty, his sister Rosalind and (Phil) Smith, his first wife and mother of his children, Sue Hasty, and his grandchildren Ryan Hasty and Meghan Hasty. He is survived by his three children, Rodney (Kelly) Hasty, Richard (Mindy) Hasty, and Robyn (Joe) Flanagan, his grandchildren, Jarrod Hasty, Brooke Hess, and Mark Hess, his brother Jack (Kay) Hasty, along with his nephews and their families, great-grand children, and extended family members (Linda Ratliff family), and many close friends.
Bill retired from the trucking industry, with ABF Freight after 30 years. In his leisure time he enjoyed traveling, was a proud owner and dedicated member to the Corvette Club, enjoyed sports of all sorts, and played many including tennis, racquetball, golf, and even Frisbee golf. He was an avid guitar player, and he created a music studio in his home. He was a member of the Lebanon Eagles Club for many years and enjoyed playing corn hole and the Queen of Hearts weekly for a chance to win. He sectionally hiked three-quarters of the Appalachian mountains, jogged in his younger years and exercised at the YMCA. In his later years, he spent a lot of time tinkering in the barn, and working around the homestead. He was a self-taught man who read books and had a strong desire for learning and staying active.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to Hospice of Dayton, or Fraternal Order of Eagles of Lebanon. Services will be held at Hoskins Funeral Home, 323 East Mulberry Street, Lebanon, OH on Saturday, June 21, 2025, with visitation beginning from11:00 a.m. To 1:00 p.m., with services immediately following. A reception following the services will be at the Eagles Club, 209 West Main Street, Lebanon, OH.  Interment will commence at a later date at the Morrow Cemetery, in Morrow, OH.

Billy Lee Hasty 06/15/1939 – 06/16/2025

Dad was many things to many people. He was a independent man. He was a proud man. He was a stubborn man. He was a complicated man. He was a self-made man. He was a self-taught man. He was an everyday man. He was a son, a brother, a husband, a father, an uncle, a grand-father, and a friend. Dad was a provider, who had a strong work ethic. Growing up, I knew that Dad was a provider from a very early age. All my life, I knew that Dad worked and he worked hard. You see, dad was a truck driver who owned his own truck. What that meant, was that not only did Dad travel from place to place delivering steel throughout the week, on the weekends he came home to work on that truck, or grease the
axle, or remove tires from their rims. If you know anything about removing a tire from a rim, imagine a small man like my Dad standing on the edge of a huge truck tire, beating the heck out of the tire and the rim with a tire iron, separating the tire from the rim, also known as breaking the bead. It was quite the sight! Around and around he would go, beating that tire! He was a strong man who wasn't afraid of work. Dad worked hard so that we had a roof over our heads, food on our table, and clothes on our backs. Dad's hard work set the example for us. He instilled in us a strong work ethic, and taught us to make an honest living and to work hard, so that one day we may also provide for our families. Dad also liked to have fun. Whatever Dad did when he wasn't working, it was going to be fun. When I was about 7, and my brothers were about 12 and 5, Dad planned a three-week trip. We piled up in the old red 2-door Pontiac and headed west. We went through South Dakota to see Devil's tower and the Badlands, Wyoming to see Yellowstone National Park and Mount Rushmore, California to Knot's Berry Farm, Disney Land, and the Redwood Forest, and finally we traveled through the Mohave Desert. We celebrated Rodney's birthday in the Redwood Forest, and played in the snowy mountains in our summer clothes. The car broke down in the desert. Looking back, I think Dad enjoyed the plotting of vacations and carrying out the plans. Dad made sure we had experiences. There were spring breaks where we went to Florida or Minnesota. One time, we went to Minnesota to see the Durham's, then set out to go to Florida with the Durham's. Why not? There were Memorial Day picnics that finished with home-made ice cream (that Dad was in charge of), holiday parties, summer parties on the patio with our friends, the Durham's, the Powers', the Travis's, the Biscan's, the Studebaker's, and the Peterson's. Not only that, Dad and Grandpa Carter built an A-frame cabin in Mt. Vernon, KY. We spent many, many weekends in the summertime over the course of about 10 - 12 years, hanging out with family and friends in the rolling hills
of Kentucky on my Uncle Noah's farmland. We explored the hills, the woods, caves, the lake, the nature. Dad did a lot of canoeing and camping with the boys. Dad worked hard, but Dad also made sure we had experiences. Dad helped me to recognize the importance of spending time with family and friends creating memories and lasting bonds. He created experiences for us in hopes that we, too would create
similar experiences for our families.
Dad engaged in sports and other activities and challenged himself. He played basketball in high school, played tennis when I was a little girl, mastered playing the guitar practicing daily, he recorded music he played, he hiked three-quarters of the Appalachian mountains fifty miles at a time for years, he played cards, he played tug-of-war and baseball at our Memorial Day picnics, he played golf (he got a hole in one), he rode bikes, he played racquetball (until he could no longer beat the "young" guys), he won show trophies for his Corvette, he played corn hole, and he jogged like Forrest Gump all those miles over all those years! He told me once that he estimated that he had hiked and jogged so much so that he could have reached the moon. (I think it was possible!) Dad's emphasis was to be the best he could be in all things he did, whether it was a team sport or an individual sport. By observing or playing with Dad, he taught us to challenge ourselves, and to be the best that we can be.
I always knew that Dad liked to track certain things in his life. I discovered we are a lot a like in that respect. I was amazed to find he kept a detailed notebook on his stock earnings, his bank transactions, and he recorded his blood sugar levels in a notebook dated back to 2013 to present. (13 years worth!) He kept a tracking record to retirement, and when his house was paid in full. His finances were important to him. I remember at a very young age helping him count and roll loose change. He cared, albeit, maybe too much about his finances but I remembered I wanted to be like him. Seeing how Dad was financially responsible, he instilled a sense of financial responsibility in us. Dad was a self-taught man and had a desire to learn. He said he must have read his Warren Buffet book six or seven times, that it was the book that taught him how to play and beat the market. He was proud that he understood the market so well . He also read books about WW2 and Hitler, he read American
history books, he read biographies, and he read fiction. I remember Dad reading the book, Jaws on the beaches of Florida! He hesitated getting in the water after that. Dad even went so far as to read the Dictionary to learn 20 words a day. I wouldn't be surprised if he read the phone book for entertainment purposes! Dad was a good student of learning, and continued to learn things on his own.

Dad wasn't the kind of guy to be the first to say "I love you" or to say "Job well done", but by knowing Dad, that wasn't him. Growing up, Dad provided for us. He went to work and paid the bills. He made sure we had experiences growing up. You just had to know that Dad did love us, and he was proud of us, and he held us in his heart. Dad was a complex man, who didn't articulate his feeling for you in words, but he did express them in deed growing up. Sometimes, Dad wasn't easy, and he was stubborn, and he struggled internally with relationships. But Dad did love and have a heart for the people in his life, whether the relationship was in a good place or whether it was strained. Dad also read the Bible, at least once. I believe that Dad had an open heart and an open mind especially in his later years. Dad held his cards close to his chest regarding his beliefs. As a believer, we are called to pray for all people, including those who are not yet believers. We can find comfort in knowing that God
hears our prayers. 1 John 5:14-15 says "And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us: And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him." We can have the confidence that God heard our prayers for Dad and his salvation. Dad knew he was at the end of his life, and he listened as we spoke to him about his salvation and getting right with the Lord before he died. Our hope and prayer is that like the thief on the cross, that it wasn't the end, as the thief on the cross turned to Christ and he said in Luke 23:42, "Jesus, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom." The response from Christ that followed is one that sparks comfort. Jesus said in Luke 23:43 "Verily I say unto thee, today shalt thou be with me in paradise." I believe that in the end, Dad trusted the Lord, for Romans 10:13 says, "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." Only God knew Dad's heart, but I also have comfort in knowing that God hears our prayers and in the end, I'm hopeful Dad called upon the Lord
to be saved.
Looking back, there were really great parts in Dad's life. But like all men, Dad wasn't perfect. He started out young and wild, when he met my mother and had a family. He helped to raise his children the best he knew how. He worked hard but also gave his children great experiences of a lifetime. Dad didn't let divorce define him, as he remarried and started a new life. He built a new homestead, and started a new
life much like his earlier life by working hard and giving his second family great experiences of a lifetime for which I am glad.
Whether Dad realized it or not he taught us valuable practical life lessons. He taught us to work hard, yet find time to enjoy life, and to always be curious and to be our best. These are the things he has taught me, and I'm sure these are the things he taught my brothers. I am most thankful I have come to love and to get to know this old man. A man, who in his own way was introspective, loving, and full of life. In his grumpy old man ways, he was finally content in his life.
As we depart today, I want to share this poem with you that I shared with my father on his 70th
birthday.
The poem was written by Ben Alba for Andy Williams. Dad kept it hanging on his refrigerator after all
these years. It reads:
May each day in the week be a good day
May the Lord always watch over you
And may all your hopes turn to wishes
And may all your wishes come true.
The weeks turn to months and the months into years
There'll be sadness and joy
There'll be laughter and tears
But one thing I pray from heaven above
May each of your days be a day filled with love.
And lastly, I pray for you this Bible verse. Ephesians 2:8-9 says "For by grace are you saved through
faith, and that not of yourselves: it is a gift