James Timothy Sweeney (aka daddykins, jughead, and Pa Tim), departed from this world on Oct. 15, 2024. Tim was born in Mountain View, Ar. to John Patrick and Margaret Ruth Hinesly Sweeney.
Tim was known for his love of music and words of wisdom. His words of wisdom may sting sometimes but you
always got an honest answer. If he did hurt your feelings, he would have you laughing in the next breath. His front porch was a healing place for many. His selection of music was so vast that you could sit and tell him your woes and he could play you some music or a particular song that would make your troubles fade away or get you out of your own head so you could think clearly again. Tim was always up for adventure and lived life to the fullest. He enjoyed his music, fishing, racing, walking down the railroad tracks and taking his kids to the rocket slide at Burns Park when they were young. He was a fierce competitor in a game of old maid, talking politics and loved watching sports, especially football. No, he did not make it to an early vote, so we will know whose fault it will be. He was a big Dallas Cowboys fan! Just kidding he would be cussing me for that. But we loved Notre Dame football. Everyone who remembers Tim is asked to celebrate in their own way, play some good music, raise a glass or remember some of those words of wisdom he has left behind. To his children, the song The Day the Music Died by Don McClean is how they feel at this time, but we are sure there is one that will remind you of Tim and help with your healing process.
Left to cherish his memory is his daughter Shauna Sweeney Bradford, and her husband Blake along with his grandson Hunter Bradford. Also, his son Azra Sweeney and his grandkids Bailey and Reagan Sweeney, And great-grandchild Naomi Sweeney. Many brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, and countless he adopted over the years and called his own.
He is preceded in death by his parents and brother Michael Sweeney.
A celebration of his life will be at a later date.
