| Date of Birth | January 9, 1954 |
| Passed Away | August 13, 2026 |
| Place of Residence | Hornell |
| Home State | NY |
| Service Location | Bishop-Johnson & DeSanto Funeral Home |
| Interment Location | St. Mary's Cemetery, Fremont |
Thomas Robert Dwyer
January 9, 1954 — August 13, 2026
HORNELL – Thomas Robert Dwyer, age 72, formerly of Hornell, New York, passed away on Thursday, August 13, 2026, at Cuba Memorial Hospital in Cuba, New York, after a long battle with diabetes.
Tom was born in Hornell, New York, on January 9, 1954, to John Harold and Edna (Andrus) Dwyer. He was a lifelong resident of Hornell, where he attended St. Ann’s Elementary and Hornell High School, graduating with the Class of 1972, where he played baseball.
After graduating from high school, Tom worked at the former Tire World, and later worked for Jack L. White Construction, followed by many years as a crane operator for General Electric, Morrison- Knudsen Railroad and Alstom.
Tom had a deep passion for fishing, hunting, and walks in nature, and was an avid fan of the Buffalo Bills. He was deeply knowledgeable about the Finger Lakes region. He had many lifelong friends with whom he spent quality time doing the things he loved, and he was always grateful for all those who helped him along the way.
Tom was a communicant of St. Ann’s Church, a member of the Hornell Alumni Association, and a member of the Hornell American Legion Post #440.
He was predeceased by his parents, John and Edna Dwyer, and his brother, Jess Dwyer.
He is survived by his son, Andrew Dwyer (Jessica), of Alfred Station; his daughter, Susan Dwyer (Carl Emerson), of Hornell; his sister, Charlotte Giglio (Francis), of Hornell; his brother, Joseph Dwyer (Dawn Porter), of Hornell; and his sister, Mary Lynn Gaddis (Alan), of Newport Beach, California.
Tom’s grandchildren include Morgan Giglio, Logan and Gavin Dwyer, Quinn Stillman, and Frederick Emerson.
Other surviving relatives include Fran (Grace) Giglio; Jamie (Emma) Krenn; Mary Kay Dwyer; Adam (Elizabeth and River) Dwyer; and Austin (Kerri and Harper) Dwyer; as well as Riley, Mackenzie, Zoey, and Jake Gaddis. He is also survived by his uncle and aunt, Robert and Patricia Dwyer (Arkport NY) and many cousins.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial donations be made to the Almond Rod & Gun Club DEC Camp Fund; Checks to be made out to the Almond Rod & Gun Club c/o Heidi Markel, 206 Lincoln Street, Hornell, NY 14843.
Calling hours and a funeral service in his memory will take place at the Bishop-Johnson & DeSanto Funeral Home, 285 Main St., Hornell in NOVEMBER at a date and time to be announced.
The Bishop-Johnson & DeSanto Funeral Home is honored to assist Tom’s family with the arrangements.
Online condolences or remembrances of Tom are welcome below or on the Facebook page of Bishop-Johnson & DeSanto Funeral Home.
It is with a heavy heart and much trepidation that I read this. I grew up with DY and meant him at St. Ann’s where we were both inmates. I swear Sr. Blaze and Irma had a pyschic ability to catch us before we’d even done anything and they let us know it too! It is with you that I learned how to hunt, fish, and trap along with your dad Dutch although to get him to go up back with us was sometimes a chore, well always anyways. I remember the war or contests I we had with Mile Kilbury. He did not appreciate us I will say that although when were older he wasn’t an ornery sort really. He was just frustrated he couldn’t catch us doing anything cause frankly we never did. just sayin.
Look I could go on and on hunting up back in some of the coldest weather a person could stand and they arguing over a squirrel or rabbit etc. just to gut it to get our hands warm. Pheasent hunting behind Bouser with your dad and many other adventures of living a boys life to be sure. Seemed like many yrs of doing this but in reallity it is just a fleeting a blink really of an eye in the way we grew up. But as in life there were bumps along the way specifically GIRLS. Yes the common demonitator that goes on to define who we are and what life will bring. Anyways I could probably write a book that no one would want to read about our adventures up in back and oh yes lest I forget, Welties’ cabin and the wars with him. A fine and proper battle it was. Rest easy and walk the fields of your dreams man cause I am sure I’ll be seeing you sooner rather than later as with everything that has finite end. RIP