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Anthony Leonard

Atlanta, Georgia

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Family-Placed Death NoticeMr. Anthony C. Leonard of Atlanta died on May 2, 2007. A memorial service will be held on Monday, May 7, 2007 at 10:30 am. The service will take place at Morris Brown College in the Hickman Center, 643 M.L. King, Jr. Dr. NW, (corner of Sunset Ave. NW) Atlanta...

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"There is in every person something that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine." (Howard Thurman)

Tony made a sound all his own. He heard the world with a finely tuned ear. His heart for Lynn had perfect pitch.

Thank be to God!

To Our Godfamily,

Our connection to Tony and the Leonard Family has traveled an interesting path.

After the lifelong connection between the Leonard and Hardwick children, I came into the picture -- not through marriage -- but through my grandmother's interest in the "timely" visit, of her dear friend's 14 year-old grandson, coinciding with her granddaughter's upcoming dance. My intention to try to make my former boyfriend a little jealous by introducing him to my blind...

Dear Tony (Adewale),

It seems like yesterday when we first met at that store near the corner of Boulevard and North Avenue, a part of town where you were so well known.
Our friendship, sparked by the fact that you had been to my homeland and played music with some of the greats.
You always had your way of seeing the positive in every issue that we talked about-politics; religion; race matters; poverty. You always believed things will get better.
The kids always called out to...

Dear Family,

I met Tony when in college and was charmed by his enthusiasm, quick wit and gentlemanly (and gentle) nature. I'll never forget how thoughtful he was one New Years Eve when Angie and I were in NYC. He insisted on escorting us to the door to make sure we were safe.

Over the years, Angie kept me abreast of his life's work. I was thrilled when she let me know that he was sharing his life lessons in ministry, esp. with young people.

It was a blessing to know...

Lynne,

Doesn't seem as though a year's gone by since the passing of Tony ... it doesn't seem like a year because every time I see you (at church, in the community, et. al.), I still see the two of you ! You were a unique partnership whose many passions were so closely aligned ... yours was a collective passion for creativity in art and music; yours was a collective passion for seeking the greatest of possibilities in/for all people; yours was a collective passion for knowledge,...

Tony,
Some people come into our lives, and quickly go….while some people stay for a while
and leave their footprints on our hearts.We will never be the same. You are missed!

When I think of the fondest memories of my Uncle Tony, they're moments filled with some the of the most honest guidance & advice I've ever received in life. I could always look to him for an honest word on reality. This may seem like a given from the elders in my family, but, its very rare for adults to tell children about the raw hardships and obstacles soon to be encountered. Uncle Tony, I can never forget you constantly giving me the real. Those words and comforts will never be dislodged...

Dear All,

On behalf of the Leonard Family, I would like to express our appreciation to each of you for taking time to memorialize my brother Tony--in this discursive fashion.

Tony has been physically absent for nearly a year now, but I feel, sense, smell, hear, touch--some aspect of his spirit daily. He would often say to me during difficult times: "Baby-Girl, do you know how many Angels are hovering above, guarding you, and protecting you, and keeping you alive?!" ...

Lynn,
As you know, Tony and I had a special friendship. I thank God that Tony found you, his soulmate. As a result I have a new friend. I will miss the twinkle in his eyes and that bright smile. . .but will cherish the memories as well as ongoing relationship with you and the Leonards. God Bless you, he will not be forgotten.