Mr. Norman Barnes, age 76, was born on January 5, 1948, in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. He was born to the late Jesse Moore and Albert Barnes, and was lovingly raised by his grandfather, Albert Barnes Sr., who he always honored for the role his grandfather played in his life.
He transitioned on December 1, 2025. He was preceded in death by his parents, sibling, and his son, Gerald Barnes.
Norman proudly served in the United States Marine Corps, including a tour in the Vietnam War as a Rifleman and Sharpshooter (0311). His honors included the National Defense Service Medal, Vietnam Campaign Medal with Device, Vietnam Service Medal with one star, Rifle Sharpshooter Badge, and the Combat Action Ribbon.
Norman was a humble, loving man known for his humor, pranks, kindness, and deep appreciation for music. On October 21, 1978, he married the love of his life, Janet, and together they shared 47 years of devotion.
He is survived by his daughter, Elizabeth “Liz” Barnes; the children he dearly loved as his own—Michelle Allen Johnson, Damon Allen; and his grandson, Shawn Barnes, whom he lovingly raised as his own. He is also remembered by Lydia Allen and James Gamble, whom he embraced along with his other cherished grandchildren, family, and friends. He will also be remembered by his loyal cat, “DL Hughley.
Norman will be laid to rest with full military honors at the Georgia National Cemetery in Canton, Georgia.
Please note: The burial location is approximately 1 hour and 45 minutes from the funeral home. Carpools may be coordinated for those wishing to travel together..
Barnes/Allen Families – my deepest condolences:
I first met Mr. Norman, and Ms. Janet Barnes about 20 years ago thru Michelle when we both lived in the same Hi Rise in Laurel, Md.
I remember him as a quiet man and always making sure his family was taken care of. Many years later I would see him when he made his trips from Georgia up to Upper Marlboro, Md. He would always come down and speak with me. I will remember him for his gentle spirit, friendship, and the blessing he was to his family and others.
Matthew 25:21: Well done they good and faithful servant!
The CLOCK OF LIFE – by Robert Smith
The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just where the hands will stop,
At late or early hour.
To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one’s health is more.
To lose one’s soul is such a loss
As no man can restore.
The present only is our own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in ‘tomorrow’
For the clock may then be still.