Mr John Hunter

December 3, 1948 - February 9, 2017

The Obituary of John Hunter Psalms 18:2 The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn on my salvation, my stronghold. Mr. John Hunter was born on December 03, 1948 to Mr. J.B and Mrs. Alberta Mitchell in the State of Mississippi. John Hunter’s professional life was centered in the Car Detailing Industry. He worked at Leslie Carwash for 40 years . His infectious personality and great compassion allowed him to develop many strong relationships with customers that often grew into amicable friendships, and even more often into a family-like bond. John Hunter possessed many hobbies. From listening to blues music and John’s favorite pass-time was spending time with his family, whom he loved dearly. John Hunter was given his wings from God on the morning of February 09, 2017. He was preceded in death by his Father and Mother; J.B and Alberta Michell, daughter Pamela Neal, 3 great grandchildren, Jeremy, Jermiah, and Brooklyn Kelly. Mr. John Hunter , who served as the foundation of his family, has now been granted the duty of watching over them from Heaven above. He leaves to cherish his memory, Gloria Hunter; their devoted children, Jerrold Hunter, Alexis (Jerand Kelly), Jamison (Alisha Hunter), John Hunter, Thomas Hunter, Shirely Neal and their children Melinda (Keith Jones), Lee C. (Jill Neal), Yvette (Andre Horton) 26 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren, relatives, and several close friends. And I’ll take with me the memories To be my sunshine after the rain. It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday Psalms 6:2-9 Be Merciful to me, Lord for I am faint: O Lord, heal me, for my bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish, How long, O Lord, how long? Turn, O Lord, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love. No one remembers you when he is dead. Who praises you from the grave? I am worn out from groaning; all night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes. Away from me, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping. The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; the Lord accepts my prayer. Can’t Wait To See You Again I always waited and watch for you Anxious if we were late, In winter by the window, In summer by the gate. You oftentimes thought, the long way home would seem more safe, Because I waited there.