Sherman Hinton Obituary

Sherman Tyrone Hinton, 45, a native of Elizabeth City, N.C., died in Omaha, Neb. He was the son of the late Willis Jerry and Marian Lumsden Hinton. He is survived by seven sisters, Ann C. Cherry of Yorktown, Va., Gwendolyn F. Hinton of Elizabeth City, Cassandra D. Hinton Southall and husband, David, of Norfolk, Va., Jerri M. Murden of Petersburg, Va., Deborah L. Hinton Griffin of Hampton, Va., LaNika Hinton and LaVonda Banks of Newport News, Va.; four brothers, Ozeal E. Hinton and Jeffrey D. Hinton and wife, Mary, of Elizabeth City, Steven E. Hinton and wife, Constance, and Willis Jerry Hinton Jr. of Roanoke, Va.; his maternal grandmother, Zelma McPherson Hinton of Elizabeth City; four uncles; two aunts; eight nieces; four nephews; four great-nieces; and two great-nephews; and a host of cousins. A memorial is pending.

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Published by The Daily Advance from Jul. 8 to Jul. 10, 2007.

Memories and Condolences
for Sherman Hinton

5 Entries

Ronnie Bryant

July 15, 2007

To the Hinton Family,

Sherman blessed us all with such a sense of humor that we forgot our problems and laughed with him. I consider myself blessed to have been a classmate of Sherman although it was more than 30 years. Please remember the smiles and laughter rather than the tears, and Sherman will make us all laugh again in the great by and by.

Thanks for making me laugh Sherman, and I look forward to sharing laughter with you again in the great meeting place.

Missing you,
Ron Bryant

jackie reid

July 12, 2007

TO THE FAMILY.
With deepest sympathy for your loss. Just keep the faith and hold on to God's unchanging hand because He makes no mistakes.

Rev. Linwood Boone,

July 10, 2007

Rev. Steve Hinton
I was sadden to hear of the passing of your brother Sherman. May our Blessed Lord comfort you as you pass through this experience. You have the prayers of your relatives.
I await a reply!!!!

Your Cousin

June Simpson

July 10, 2007

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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