Jimmy David Hopkins

Jimmy David Hopkins, 67, of Hartford, Kentucky passed away Sunday, February 12, 2017 at The Medical Center in Bowling Green, Kentucky. He was born August 14, 1949 in Murray, Kentucky to Newell and Gracie Crass Hopkins. Mr. Hopkins was employed by Chuck Hoke Mines and PHI. He was a member of VFW Post 5766, American Legion and was of the Christian Faith. He served in the United States Army during the Vietnam War. Mr. Hopkins was preceded in death by his mother and father-in-law, Herman and Natoma Raymond; Grandparents Bonnie D. and Delcie Crass and Carl and Eve Hopkins.

Survivors include his wife, Renita Hopkins of Hartford; daughters, Tracy Michelle (Phillip) Dye of Horse Branch, Amy Jo (Chris) Huff of Horse Branch, Tara Rae Dockery of Beaver Dam and Erica Lynn (Jeremy) Taylor of Rosine; and two brothers, Wayne (Cynthia) Hopkins of Paducah and Roger (Leisa) Hopkins of Murray. Jimmy was blessed with nine grandchildren, Tyler Dye, Hunter Dye, Taylor Dye, Chevy Dockery, Alyssa Reeves, Hannah Rummage and Jayme, Jack & Emalee Huff and three great-grandchildren, Lawson Dye and Lydia & Logan Reeves.

Funeral Services will be held at 12:00 P.M. Wednesday, February 15, 2017 at William L. Danks Funeral Home in Beaver Dam with Dr. Glenn Armstrong officiating and Military Honors provided by Wesley Phelps Honor Guard. Friends may visit with Jimmy’s family from 9:30 A.M. until the time of service Wednesday at the funeral home.

Expressions of sympathy may take the form of contribution to the Jimmy David Hopkins Memorial Fund c/o William L. Danks Funeral Home, P.O. Box 407, Beaver Dam, KY 42320. Envelopes will be available at the funeral home.

Share your messages of condolence with the family of Mr. Hopkins by visiting his memorial tribute at www.danksfuneralhome.com

“He Is Not Dead, I cannot say, and I will not say, That he is dead. He has just flown away.With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair, it needs must be, since he lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn, for an old-time step, and the glad return, think of him faring on, as dear in the love of There as the love of Here. Think of him still as the same. I say, He is not dead—he has just flown away.”

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