Jarrell F. Smith (Smitty), 79, died peacefully on Tuesday April 4, 2017 at his daughter’s
residence in Bloomingdale, Ga. He was born October 4th, 1937 to Bernard Smith and Marie Akins Smith in Statesboro, Ga.

Mr. Smith served in the US Navy on board the SS Rochester, a time of which he was very proud
of. He was formerly employed at Truck and Trailer Leasing and retired nine years ago from
Roberts Truck Center after 28 years.

He is preceded in death by his parents; one son, Robert D. Barnard Jr.; his “lover” of 45 years,
Dorothy S. Smith (Dot); and 7 siblings who meant the world to him, Johnny, Shirley, Looma Hoil,
Bobby, Joyce, Sue and Charlie.

Surviving are; daughters, Donna K. Goodwin (Matt) of Bloomingdale, Ga and Renee B. Willis of
Savannah, Ga.; one Daughter-in-law, Denise R. Barnard of Fernandina Beach, Fl.; his twin
sister, Janice Dikalato (Dick) of Smyrna, Ga.; six Grandchildren; Ashley M. Young (Brad) of
Rincon, Ga., Rhett Morgan (Lori) of Brooklet, Ga., Grey Goodwin of Pembroke, Ga., Cody
Barnard of Fernandina Beach, Fl., Cassie Barnard of Fernandina Beach, Fl., and Jason Todd
(Tiffany) of Port Wentworth, Ga.; Eight Great Grandchildren, Holden, Noah, Blake, Michael,
Cooper, Cameron, Major and Amelia; Two special nephews, David Smith (Melanie) and Wayne
Pless (Vickie); several other nieces and nephews.

Jarrell, or Smitty as some called him, was a man who never met a stranger and was guaranteed
to leave a lasting impression. Although a little more mellow in his later years, he was a jokester,
a prankster and sometimes within the first few minutes of meeting him would hike his leg and
fart on you. He was someone whose family had to issue a disclaimer before introducing him to
friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, elderly, religious or the easily offended. Because sometimes he
would tell that dear person that they were the absolute ugliest thing he had ever seen in his life!
He was proud of his time in the Navy, the honor of being a Shellback and not a Slimy Pollywog
and his fine assortment of tattoos. A few of those tattoos included, “Sweet” over one nipple and
“Sour” over the other, “Mama”, “Statesboro, Ga.” and an infamous pair of lips on his butt so that
the world or anyone that couldn’t handle him could kiss his ass! He LOVED music, especially
country gospel, real classic country (not this new crap) and Bluegrass. Many nights were spent
drinking Pony millers and singing his heart out into a makeshift microphone to the likes of Merle
Haggard, Freddie Hart, Faron Young, George Jones and Waylon Jennings. He could dance a
jig and play the spoons. In his later years, he and his wife became Grassheads, traveling to
Bluegrass festivals where they met many dear friends. He was a river rat and spent many great
years on the Ogeechee River camping, fishing, boating and throwing unsuspecting victims off of
the dock. Jarrell was a simple, honest, hard working man who kept a rigid routine. He like things
done a certain way and had an endless supply of energy that would put most thirty year olds to
shame. If you couldn’t keep up or measure up then by God, you were just plain sorry! And he
wouldn’t mind telling you so, in his own loving way of course. He loved Nascar and once upon a
time was an avid collector and fan of THE “Awesome Bill from Dawsonville.” Up until about
fifteen years ago, Jarrell Smith and Miller Lite were synonymous. But like Forrest Gump, one
day, for no particular reason, he just had enough. He never picked up another one. However,
Miller Lite didn’t the make the man because he was just as crazy as ever! He was a devoted
husband who enjoyed many years of good times with his wife before faithfully caring for her until
her last breath a little over a year ago. He spent the remainder of his days at his Ponderosa
behind his oldest grandson’s home in Brooklet, Ga. living life to the fullest from sunup to
sundown. The days were spent socializing (piddling and sometimes actually buying something)
at the local mall, Wal-mart or Sam’s Club; making lasting memories with two of his great
grandchildren, singing, dancing and making plans for the future but cancer had other plans.
He fought a short but tough battle lasting all of two and half months from beginning to end, and
he was determined to give this POS disease the middle finger the whole way through. He went
to sleep peacefully kicked back in the recliner on a beautiful Tuesday morning and then just like
that….the man, the myth, the legend was gone. He will be greatly missed by those who knew and loved him.

Arrangements for Mr. Jarrell F. Smith will be, visitation Saturday, April 8th 11:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. Funeral Service will be Saturday, April 8th at 1:30. Cemetery: Hillcrest Abby West Memorial Garden City, GA 31408