David Isaac Sweeney

Dave always had a smile when he would frequent the old LYT. He treated me with kindness and was a pleasure to serve. My heart goes out to the Sweeney family at this time.

David designed a cover for one of our books, a cover design that we have since used to describe what we do. He created other graphics that influenced how we thought abou our company. He was a joy to work with. --Buzz Reed for Klein Associates Division

Memories Eternal Evelyn:
David was one of our family also, and invited in because of his humor, conciliatory ways, and his insights. He ran with the pack but stood alone. We weep his loss but take joy in knowing his suffering is over. Few even knew he was that sick, because he didn?t talk much about it.
We pray for the departed Servant of God David and pray he will be forgiven every transgression both voluntary and involuntary. In a blessed falling asleep, grant O Lord, eternal rest...

Our prayers are with you & your family. You were a great art teacher. Betty Carter, Shirley Grooms and I enjoyed the classes so much. Your wit & humor will also be remembered by each of us.

Dear Sweeney Family,
My deepest sympathies... Dave Sweeney was the person who so patiently taught me long ago, the nuts and bolts of graphic design and production. He was a real mentor and our family loved him. I feel blessed that he was my teacher. Love to you all.

Dear Evelyn and Family,
I was so saddened to hear of Dave's passing. The world has lost a wonderful soul. I worked with Dave at Kodak for 11 years and I never met anyone there who didn't hold Dave in the highest regard. He was a terrific role model for "youngsters" like me. I always looked forward to working with him because he was always dependable, always professional, and always so much fun. I have many great memories of Dave and I cherish them all. I hope that you will find some...

Dave, you were a fine colleague and human being, well versed in Tai Chi, artistry, humor, and friendship. Fare thee well.

Oh, Dave, my boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and we must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
Sure, we'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh, Dave, my boy, we'll miss you so.