When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom-filled room Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long and not with your head bowed low Remember the love that we once shared Miss me but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take and each must go alone Its all part of the Master's plan A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart Go to the fri ends we know
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds Miss me but let me go.
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The family of the late Anthony Barnett wishes to express sincere thanks and appreciation for your visits, calls,
flowers, and messages during this time of bereavement. May God continue richly blessing you all. YkPh:mifj
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everend Dr. Robert L. Melson, Sr., Eulogi:Jt Pastor Dr. Gary Taylor, Sr., Officiating
Anthony Barnett was born April29, 1952 to the late Alvin and Annie Lois Barnett in Atlanta, Georgia. He was one of eight children.
Anthony was a basketball player throughout middle school and high school. He graduated with high scoring and top honors from Russell High School. He worked for East Point Housing for ten years and continued on to work for South Fulton Hospital for five years. He enjoyed life to the fullest with his grandchildren, great grandchildren, great nieces, and great nephews.
Anthony was called home on July 29, 2017. He is going to join his two sisters. He leaves to celebrate his life a wife, Sandra Barnett; two sons, Cornard Barnett (Shundreka), Prentice Hamm (Dorothy), Gundishell Barnett, Mioysha Woodyard Barnett; sixteen grandchildren, three great grandchildren, one sister, four brothers, and a host of aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, relatives, and friends.
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Do you hear the triumphant roar as my feet hit the floor? You see I haven't danced my last dance. .
Celebrate my life as you move to the rhythm of the symbolic melody of "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" cause I haven't danced my last dance. There is a sweet spirit that should fill the empty space in your heart as I have found peace with the Lord. But I haven't danced my last dance Remember me and the legacy that I started under the Barnett name. And although we have been through a lot we should think about the happiness and not the pain so know I haven't danced my last dance. But you are not alone, for I am here with you. Though were far apart, you're always in my heart. "So help me dance my last dance".
Prelude
Processional
Selection
Scripture Reading Old Testament New Testament
Prayer
Selection
"SfDset, Sweet Spirit" Minister Rev. Dr. Gary Taylor, Sr. "His Eyes on the Sparrow"