Bud Sweatt

Gathered all together
A loved one has arrived
We've gathered all the family
There waiting here inside

The window is now open
The joy is here to see
The gift of our Creation
Our reward now sets us free

Smiles and warmth extending
Helping us get through
There in God's Horizon
The Light shines just for you

Hurt and pain now over
Your time has now begun
To walk within the splendor
As He whispers "job well done."

~ Francine Pucillo ~
Copyright January 30, 2008






Mr. Roy Lee Sweatt November 15, 1948 ~ November 16, 2008 Mr. Roy Lee “Bud” Sweatt, 60, of Floral, died Sunday, November 16, 2008. He was born November 15, 1948 at Newport, the son of Roy Lee Sweatt, Sr. and Berlene Dean (Passmore) Sweatt Price. He was an industrial contractor, and a member of the Tuckerman United Methodist Church. He was an avid sports fan, loving football, baseball, tennis, and all sports. Mr. Sweatt was preceded in death by his father, Roy Lee Sweatt, Sr.; two brothers, Jimmy “Jiggs” Sweatt and Freddy Leroy Sweatt; and one nephew, Shane Short. He is survived by Barbara D. (Green) Sweatt of Floral; two sons, Michael Sweatt of Newport and Tristan Sweatt of Floral; four daughters, Gidget Caswell of Newport, Emily Babb of Newport, Kristina Pratt of Newport, and Sheri Santos of Batesville; his mother, Berlene Sweatt Price of Newport; one sister, Donna Jean French of Newport; seven grandchildren; one niece, Andrea Walker; and one nephew, Shawn Short. Pallbearers will be Terry Joe Babb, Joe Pratt, Anthony Caswell, Charlie Cowell, Bobby Clark, and Andrew Green. Honorary pallbearers are Russ Dilday, Shawn Short, Kenneth Grady, and Dr. Roger Green. Funeral services are 3:00 p.m. Thursday, November 20, 2008 at Jackson’s Newport Funeral Home Chapel. Visitation is Wednesday, 5:30-7:30 p.m.






I always write a poem for our loved ones when they are called home. This is an that God has given me to express myself. We always ask someone to read them as my poems habe the tendency to break a person down into tears. My 12 year old nephew, Tristan, told me he wanted to read the poem because his Dad would want him to. I weas so very proud of this handsome young man that day as he read this dedication to his Dad from me. I know his Dad was beaming down from heaven at him that day. I love you Tristan.....



Bud



Son,brother,dad,husband,and papaw,
You were the strongest willed person I ever knew,loved and admired by all.
So many times you were too sick to even get out of bed.
But your determination was so strong ,you would push yourself ahead.


I dont understand so many things ,why all the Sweatt boys were called away?
I know this is recorded in the Bible as Gods mysterious ways.
Your children are so crushed,they love and miss you and this love will never go away .
They hold you "Their Daddy" deep inside their heart to stay.
Mom is so heartbroken ,she's lost all 3 of her sons,this is beyond belief
How can one mother deal with all this grief?
So many people love you and will carry sweet memories of you with them the rest of their life.
These memories will bring on the tears and always the question why?


We know God was with you every day of your life and carried you so many times when you couldnt walk alone,
We know He saw how tired you were and sent His angels to bring you home.


I know you are with Jesus .Shane, Dad and our brothers again and we will all join you there one day.
On those streets of gold where all our tears will fade away.
Until then we will remember you and hold you close to our hearts ,we will keep your memory strong.
Wait for us to join you there when Jesus calls us home .
We love you with all our hearts and we will carry you with us forever,
Someday we wiil be
Together again. separated never.................
your Sister,
Donna!!!!!!!!!!






Mom is 85 and this is the 3rd son she has lost. I dont know how she even walks? I lost my Dad and thought it couldnt get any worse but until I lost my son, I didnt have any idea what grief was. Mom had 3 sons and me, the baby and the only girl.There is just me left now and I just cant seem to comprehend this. It doesnt seem possible? Mom & I want to extend our heartfelt love to Barbara, Bud's wife for arranging the most beautiful servicesI ever attended. We know this was so very difficult as we have arranged quite a few but she tried to include everyone. The slideshow was beautiful and will be online soon for any that would like to view it. So many people was present to show their love and sympathy. Dlowers and plants were everywhere. I will also be adding pics of the flowers on this page when I remember to send them off to be developed. We just wanted to thank Barbara for bringing Bud the happiness she did the last 13-14 years of his life. TY Barbara from the bottom of our hearts. Nan & Donna






I got many cards, emails, calls, etc from all the bereaved Mom community online. This poem was sent by Carol, Angel Michael's Mom and it truly brought on the tears. It touched my heart. TY Carol.........



Whispers from Heaven



When I left this world without you,
I know it made you blue
Your tears fell so freely,
I watched, I know this is true.



While you were weeping,
Days after I passed away.
While all was silent within me,
I saw you kneel to pray.



From this wonderful place called heaven,
Where all of my pain is gone.
I send a gentle breeze to whisper,
My loved ones, please go on.



The peace that I have found here
Goes far beyond compare,
No rain, no clouds, no suffering,
Just LOVE from everywhere.



You need not be troubled
Just stay close to God in prayer,
Someday we'll be reunitedMy love,
HIS love surrounds you always,
EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!
By Al Littleton and Brenda Smith 2005



Dedicated to Bud's children................



Goodbye
by Tammy Marie Denue



I always took for granted,
what I thought I'd never lose.
Because I never thought it would happen,
until I heard the dreaded news.
They say you were chosen for his garden,
His preciously hand picked bouquet.
"God really needed him,
That's why he couldn't stay."



Saying goodbye is never easy,
It's the hardest thing to do.
But what hurts me even more
Is not the chance to say it to you.



So today, Jesus, as you are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad,
And give him all my love!



My brother, Bud defied all odds concerning his health. His wife, Barbara and his Father-in Law are wonderful doctors and he told me many times that he had the best medical care availiable. Other Drs asked Barb what was heeping him alive and she told him sheer will power. He just refused to give up and wouldnt quit working. He told us Tuesday when he was here visiting Mom that he would be 60 years old Saturday and that was older than any Sweatt male in 5 generations. Our Dad died at 57, grandfather, 59, our brothers 54 & 55. Bud lived to be 60 years and 1 day. I know your pain is gone dear brother but our hearts are broken without you. Watch over your children and keep them safe. Dj









































Poetry: I thank Ms. Pucillo for the beautiful poem displayed on this set for your enjoyment.
This page and entire site was created by Dj French. All poetry by her and Shane are copywrote and owned by her, Please dont take pictures , poetry, etc without her permission. TY