Thomas Gordon Smith
Matthews, GA – Thomas Gordon “Tommy” Smith, 61, loving husband of 27 years to Radie Myers Smith, entered into rest Thursday, July 25, 2013 at his residence. Funeral services will be held at 3:00PM Sunday, July 28, 2013 in the James Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. Tony Key officiating. Interment will follow in the Woodland Baptist Church Cemetery.
One of two sons born to Sadie Reese Smith and the late D.A. Smith, Sr., Tommy was a lifelong resident of Jefferson County. He worked as a truck driver, logger and heavy equipment operator and was last employed by Jefferson County Department of Roads and Roadways. His vocation suited him as he loved being outdoors and working with big machines. Tommy was the epitome of a “good ole country boy”: he lived to hunt and fish—he was president of the Buckeye Hunting Club; was a Ford man—would not drive or ride in anything but a Ford; loved NASCAR—Carl Edwards # 99 being his favorite driver; and loved watching John Wayne movies. His grandkids knew him as “Mr. Fix It” and thought he could fix anything they tore up. This adoring husband, dedicated father and grandfather, and loyal friend will be greatly missed by all who knew him.
Other survivors include his daughter, Deanna Palmer (Cory); his brother, Donnie Smith (Kathy) of Louisville; four grandchildren, Cory Palmer Jr, Alaina Nicole Radford, Alex Brett Radford, and John Thomas Palmer; several nieces and nephews; and many friends. Pallbearers will be Andrew Bopp, Josh Borders, Tim Borders, Ellis Cliett, Mitchell Cliett, Will Hill, Jeff Leatherman and Eric Smith. Serving as honorary pallbearers are members of the Buckeye Hunting Club.
Due to his unexpected, sudden passing, the family respectfully requests memorial contributions be made to James Funeral Home, PO Box 588, Wrens GA 30833.
The family will receive friends at James Funeral Home Sunday afternoon, July 28, 2013 prior to services from 1:00-3:00PM.
When I'm Gone
When I come to the end of my journey
and I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget, if you can, that I ever frowned
and only remember the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken:
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
and remember I've had loads of fun.
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
and sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
and won, ere the close of the day.
But in summer just gather some flowers
and remember the place where I lay.
And come in the shade of evening
when the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.