Thomas James Barnhart

March 24, 1951 - April 11, 2022

03/24/1951 - 04/11/2022

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Visitation
Friday April 22, 2022
3:00 pm - 5:00 pm
Altmeyer Funeral Home - Southside Chapel
5033 Rouse Drive
Virginia Beach, VA 23462
(757) 422-4000 | Directions
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Memorial Gathering.  Military Honors will be rendered at 4:00 p.m.

Thomas Barnhart, 71, of Virginia Beach passed away peacefully on April 11, 2022, surrounded by his family. Known to all as “Tom”, he started his life in Indiana. He was a proud Veteran, an unbelievable mechanic, and devoted to his family. Tom would give you the shirt off his back (literally) if it meant your day would be better. A generous man who loved to help others, his cartoonish obsession with Krispy Kreme donuts and sweet tea made him even more endearing. Tom’s sense of humor and spirit will be dearly missed and always remembered.
Tom was predeceased by his parents; Raymond Shelton and Freida Mae; and his son, Jason. He is survived by his loving wife of 50 years, Angie; his sisters, Elizabeth Morrow and Cindy Albert; his three surviving children, Willie (Christina) Barnhart, TJ Barnhart, Charlotte (Matt) Baker; and his seven amazing grandchildren, Nadia, Eric, Breanna, Dawson, Sofia, Ethan, and Ryzyn.
The family will hold a Gathering in Tom’s honor at Altmeyer Funeral Home, 5033 Rouse Dr, Virginia Beach on April 22, 2022 from 3:00 pm to 5:00 pm. Casual dress encouraged to honor Tom’s memory.

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Allen Peterson
21 days ago

Rest in peace Tom. .condolence’s to his family and loved ones

Judy Baker
25 days ago

Thinking of the Barnhart family and praying for peace and comfort during this difficult time. Tom was such a generous person. He was so proud of all of his children and grandchildren. Tom and Angie set a beautiful example of the importance of family. Thinking of them as they celebrate Tom’s life.

Tim Dishaw
25 days ago

30 years, that’s a long time to have a friend, a fellow veteran. A friend who sat on his front porch and waved to me every time I passed by on my run, or when I walked my dogs. The man loved my dogs, and for some odd reason, that to this day we cannot explain, my dogs loved him more than me! (I’d like to believe that he and Molly are together now and he’s petting her asking her that same question he used to ask, “Does your heiny hurt?”). He was a friend who was always there for me, day or night, rain or shine (to be clear, he was there for everyone, not just me). The man represented the kind of person I would like to be, that I strive for, but never quite get there. My happiness was important to him, and it was something he tried to make happen whenever possible. No words will ever be sufficient to describe the loss that I feel. I look over at his front porch as I pass by now, and I miss our long afternoon talks, I miss the man who made those talks something special. Life is like a puzzle, and right now, my puzzle is missing a huge piece of it.