Randall Fred Wayne "Randy" Sweatt

After years of searching for Randy I have just now sadly found him in the image of a grave marker on another website. It is now 2016 and I am grief stricken to say the least. Randy and I served together onboard the USS Yosemite. His rack was right across from mine. We spent countless hours talking about everything under the sun, but what I remember the most were the deep existentially-natured questions we had about our lives, our spiritual beliefs, and our dreams of the present and...

Randy, my long lost friend and brother. I have tried to reach you many times. I suppose I have only reached you in thought these last few years. My heart is heavy, so very heavy and I miss you dearly my friend. I will always love you as my brother. I will see you soon my friend when time calls upon me.

Daddy, Today is Father's Day and I am a missing out. You were a great father, the best. I wish I was there to put flowers and a poem on your grave. But instead I will say this; I loved you and I still do. Now you are more peaceful and in a better place. Happy Father's day to the best! Love, Logan

Daddy,
I loved you so much words can't explain it. I didn't want you to go. I hope to see you again someday. I miss you and love you so much. Thank you for the memories, love. Your'e my hero. I am going to be missing father's day but I want you to know you were the best.

Your daughter, Logan

Mr.& Mrs.Sweatt, Abby and Logan:
Words can not express my deepest sympathy... Randy was simply the best. I learned so much from Randy and have the greatest memories. I only just now found out about his passing. He had been on my mind so much lately and I could not locate him so I searched for a new e-mail address for him and much to my surprise his obituary came up in my search! I am still in total shock. I have attached a picture of Randy which captures the essence of him.
Randy...

hope you and your family are doing well, my thopughts and prayer to all of you!

my thoughts and prayers go out to the family
kenny

My brother, Randy, gave this story to me many years ago. I pass it along as a memorial to who Randy was and a testament to what Randy believed...

'The Invitation'
written by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
(an Indian Elder)

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a...