Brackeen, Jeffrey Mark
Jeffrey Mark Brackeen was born on January 20, 1956, in Columbia, TN to Winford Bailey Brackeen & Doris Marguerite “Hinson” Brackeen. He passed away from this life on March 16, 2023, at age 67 in Hohenwald, TN.
Jeff’s great loves in life were his family, friends, and the great outdoors. Nothing made him happier than spending a day with all his children & grandkids in one place. He treasured time gathering with extended family & friends, especially when there was a good meal involved. He had a gift for retelling stories of the good ole days.
He was an outdoorsman in every sense of the word. He had a lifelong passion & skill for hunting and fishing. He loved time spent in the woods or on the water with friends. He took great pride in the family homeplace on Grinders Creek. He was a part of that landscape as much as every tree, stream, and valley it encompasses.
He served the Hohenwald community as a painter alongside his son. He took pride in his work as he made his way into the homes & businesses within the community & counted many of his clients as friends along the way.
He is preceded in death by his parents.
He leaves behind treasured memories in his children: Lindsay (Chad) Brackeen, Kendall Landers, and Cole Brackeen; grandchildren: Rylee & Ava Kibbe, Avery & Emery Dabbs, and Ashton Brackeen; sister, Melody (Tom) Eddins; Donna Brackeen, with whom he shared his children and grandchildren; a large host of extended family & dear friends.
A Celebration of Life will be held on April 1, 2023. Visitation will begin at 11AM and continue until the time of service at 1PM in the chapel of Adair Funeral & Cremation Services. Following the service his ashes will be laid to rest in Grinders Creek Church of Christ Cemetery, Hohenwald, TN.
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I am so saddened to hear of your passing. I was the “city cousin” who, along with her brother, visited every summer, staying with your grandparents for a week, and you would always make us feel welcome, play with us in the creek down by the road near Grinders Creek Church of Christ on the old Fite farm where are mothers grew up more like sisters than cousins, and schooled us on the ways of living a slower life. I remember when you gave me a “real” rabbit’s foot for luck [from an unlucky rabbit that you had killed] because my purple-dyed rabbit’s foot hanging from a chain off my purse was “just not right.”
Rest in peace, dear cousin, because you will always be missed for all the little things you did in your life.