Birth date: Jul 5, 1947 Death date: Jan 15, 2015
Peter James Barnett, 67, passed away due to complications from a massive stroke on January 15, 2015 in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. He was born July 5, 1947 in Manitowoc, Wisconsin to Stewart Benedict and Lucille Katherine (Milske) Bar Read Obituary
Lit a candle in memory of Peter James Barnett
I'm so sorry for your loss Rebecca. I can only hope that you, your mother, children and the family are in peace that he is now with his Father and Duane can finally hug his father n law again. My thoughts and prayers are with you all……… Michelle Young BA Class of 91
There was news today. A friendâ??s husband had died. I thought to tell a friend of mine and realized, I couldnâ??t remember his name. I thought about her name, but couldnâ??t bring it to mind either. I even thought of their daughter, her name escaping me as well. I wracked my brain, almost embarrassed at my lapse of memory. But after a bit I realized, I couldnâ??t remember his name because she had named him. The only name I could think of was the one she gave him, Beloved. She called him Beloved. All else left me, leaving only Beloved behind. So long as he is Beloved, he is never really gone. Saying his earthly name only makes it more real. He is always Beloved, as he will never truly leave. Beloved, loved her. Beloved, loved their children. Beloved, gave of himself. I donâ??t feel so badly about not remembering his other name now. I donâ??t want to. I like her name for him. It shows who he is and always will be. Beloved.
I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I know he loved life and more than that his wife and family. May God hold you all close so you may feel his comfort.
For those of you that never knew my Pete, truly knew him, he was and is a great and mighty man of God. He was righteous, kind, hard-working, loving and the best of men. He danced with me in the kitchen, sang silly songs to the girls and grandchildren, turned "circles" with both of the girls. Gave little boys rides on school buses, fell asleep in church, but always seemed to know what was said. He laughed a half second faster than anyone else in a movie theater, was fearless and masterful about driving on ice and in blizzards. He ate peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches, carried our girls to bed on pillows, like they were princesses, would sneak up and kiss me on my neck whenever I was working . . . and the list goes on and on. I am so blessed that he chose me, to have been his best friend and his true soul mate since I was 19 years old. I so dearly love him.On our first anniversary he memorized and recited to me:How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every dayâ??s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhoodâ??s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.It is true Peter, my beloved husband, I do love thee better after death. I dearly miss you!
I never had the privelage of knowing Pete well, but we did both work at Shielding Resources Group together. It was nice having Cindy and Pete there as fellow Mormons.
