ForeverMissed
Barry Michael Mitchell, born August 4th, 1950 in Hartselle, Alabama, died July 2nd, 2020. Predeceased by father Billy Don Mitchell and mother Toy Alice Mitchell, he is survived by hero, best friend and wife Andrea (Andi) Lynn Ritchie, brother Dr. Stephen Wyatt Mitchell, sons Zachary Wyatt Mitchell and Benjamin Michael Mitchell, Ben’s wife Loni and granddaughters Emma Grace, Hadley Toy and Fallon Olivia Mitchell as well as adopted son Brad Pit Michael Mitchell Ritchie.
Barry Graduated from Morgan County High School and received degrees from the University of Alabama (BFA Graphic Design) and Auburn University (MFA Painting and Printmaking) as well as completing post graduate studies at the University of Mississippi and the University of Tennessee. His work career consisted of 40 years as an advertising agency Graphic Designer, Art Director, Creative Director and Illustrator as well as five years as a general irritant and silk screen printer. He also taught Illustration and Graphic Design at Auburn University, Tuskegee University, the University of Mississippi, the University of Tennessee, the University of Alabama at Birmingham and Samford University.
Widely (self) regarded as one of the finest fisherman of his generation, he also enjoyed cooking, golf, drawing and painting, shooting stuff, being the center of attention and occasionally wearing wigs. 
Posted by James Moody on January 24, 2021
The Mitchell family was very close to mine. RIP Barry and condolences to his survivors.
Posted by Stephanie Hutcherson on January 8, 2021
My heartfelt prayers and condolences to Zac's family and friends over the passing of Mr. Barry Mitchell. I remember him being wonderfully funny, amazingly talented and and an extremely loving father to Zac and Ben. I'm so sorry for your loss and my thoughts are with you all of the Mitchell family.
Posted by Gary Lawrence on October 19, 2020
Rest In Peace, Barry Mitchell
Over a period of years we are schooled in a process commonly referred to as “The Life Cycle”. Simply stated: You’re born, you live a span of years, and you die. Typically the birthing process is a happy occasion as family members smile, friends offer congratulations, and a process of embracing life begins. The second phase is full of highs and lows, joys and sorrows, trials and tribulations all embraced as the maturing and learning process of living. In our society, it is the third process that is the most difficult to embrace. Tears of sorrow, emptiness of heart, and personal soul searching provide a range of extreme mixed feelings. The sorrow we feel is often for self and other loved ones left behind as it engages feelings of loneliness and an often challenging examination of exactly which stage of that same final life cycle we find ourselves facing.
This past summer, I lost a good friend, Barry Mitchell. It has taken me several months of attempting to reconcile the full breath of this loss to reach a point of attempting to deal with it within the contents of this writing. I have a full range of memories of growing up in Hartselle during my formative years that include Barry. Certainly that is a condition of many people who grew up during that time. Many still live there and many, like myself, moved on to other things and places. All of us who counted Barry as our friend are now left to examine the meaning of our being due to the hole left in our hearts by his passing.
Teenage years have always been challenging and often form the basis of who we are and who we become. So is the case with Barry. A number of people can attest to his fabulous personality, wonderful attitude, and contagious sense of humor. He was the epitome of the definition of a friend. Even though it had been a number of years since I had seen him, I continue to mourn his passing and have great difficulty in filling this hole I feel in the deepest part of my soul.
Barry was the type whose engagement with others was such that you’d never know he had a single bad day in his life. Even in the past several months before his passing, conversations with him left me uplifted and with a smile on my face. Even the times I talked with him I knew for certain he wasn’t having a good day, he always made sure he gave more than he took from out talks. It is my hope as hung up the phone he could smile himself, if for no other reason than he had made me laugh.
So Barry, for all those great times from Deer Springs to Tuscaloosa, from the back room pool table at United Stage Equipment to the Key Club conventions throughout Alabama, and for great times when detailed could fill a modern novel, “Thank you” for a life well lived. I, among many others in Hartselle, love you and miss you. You touched a number of people with your wit, your talent, and your courage as you were forced to embrace that final stage of the “Life Cycle”. It has been said that a person experiences two deaths. The first when we cease to physically exist, the second when your name is uttered among the living for the last time. In your case, you’ll “live on” for a long time.

Gary Lawrence
Mount Airy, North Carolina
Posted by Stuart Oates on July 30, 2020
Barry was a neighbor and a friend. Let's just say that I miss his wit, his humor, and his humanity (and his spare ribs were amazing). One thing that we all agree upon in our house is that the world lost a rare treasure. Every time I step out my door and look across the street, however, I remember him, and I smile. Godspeed, Barry.
Posted by Leif Bondarenko on July 22, 2020
Barry was loved by so many friends. He always went out of his way to make me feel like someone special. I could talk to Barry about anything and he would always give me his one of a kind, Barry Mitchell wisdom, or just crack me up with his great sense of humor. He was a very talented artist and and a great friend, who loved music and people. He also played a mean set of spoons, and even gave me a few lessons on how to play them!
Barry, you were one of a kind, and always one of the good guys.
I will miss you, my friend.
Love you, brother....
Posted by Richard Hassall on July 22, 2020
Barry was a friend, a co-worker, and a neighbor. As a neighbor I was on the receiving end of many of the meals he cooked. I would even buy 2 pork tenderloins. One for him and Andi and one for me if he would cook them. As a co-worker he is greatly missed. When Barry said for 5 years he was a general irritant he was wrong. He was a major irritant and we loved him for it. The world is a lonelier place without him. I know he'd make a joke out of me for saying that. See ya Bar
Posted by Morris Pate on July 21, 2020
Happy trails, Coach Mitchell. Football season will never be the same.
Posted by Karl Dover on July 19, 2020
Barry was one of the most creative and zaniest people I have had the pleasure of knowing. I will never forget the Christmas in which he surprised me with a laser pointer with various patterns that was purchased from a gas station and "wrapped" in a dirty, tube sock. It was hysterical! That was the Barry I knew. RIP my friend.
Posted by Bobbie Fletcher on July 19, 2020
One of the funniest people I have ever known. And, I always had a weird connection with him. I could look at him across the room and just know we were on the same wave length. I know that he loved BIG!!!! He loved his sons, he loved his wife, and he loved his friends. He was amazing and one of my all time favorite people. Barry, you will be missed. But, you have so many true friends and family members waiting for you on the other side. Andi.... my thoughts and prayers are with you and his sons - he loved you all so much!
Posted by Pamela Koons on July 18, 2020
Only together a few times. A wonderful cook. A great neighbor and a wonderful husband to Andi. You will be missed.
Posted by Eric Watters on July 18, 2020
You will be missed my friend. I really enjoyed the dart games at The Metro Bistro, the Bistro/Caddle golf tournament, your crazy humor and fun times watching us do our Caddle shows. ✌️❤️ Always

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Posted by James Moody on January 24, 2021
The Mitchell family was very close to mine. RIP Barry and condolences to his survivors.
Posted by Stephanie Hutcherson on January 8, 2021
My heartfelt prayers and condolences to Zac's family and friends over the passing of Mr. Barry Mitchell. I remember him being wonderfully funny, amazingly talented and and an extremely loving father to Zac and Ben. I'm so sorry for your loss and my thoughts are with you all of the Mitchell family.
Posted by Gary Lawrence on October 19, 2020
Rest In Peace, Barry Mitchell
Over a period of years we are schooled in a process commonly referred to as “The Life Cycle”. Simply stated: You’re born, you live a span of years, and you die. Typically the birthing process is a happy occasion as family members smile, friends offer congratulations, and a process of embracing life begins. The second phase is full of highs and lows, joys and sorrows, trials and tribulations all embraced as the maturing and learning process of living. In our society, it is the third process that is the most difficult to embrace. Tears of sorrow, emptiness of heart, and personal soul searching provide a range of extreme mixed feelings. The sorrow we feel is often for self and other loved ones left behind as it engages feelings of loneliness and an often challenging examination of exactly which stage of that same final life cycle we find ourselves facing.
This past summer, I lost a good friend, Barry Mitchell. It has taken me several months of attempting to reconcile the full breath of this loss to reach a point of attempting to deal with it within the contents of this writing. I have a full range of memories of growing up in Hartselle during my formative years that include Barry. Certainly that is a condition of many people who grew up during that time. Many still live there and many, like myself, moved on to other things and places. All of us who counted Barry as our friend are now left to examine the meaning of our being due to the hole left in our hearts by his passing.
Teenage years have always been challenging and often form the basis of who we are and who we become. So is the case with Barry. A number of people can attest to his fabulous personality, wonderful attitude, and contagious sense of humor. He was the epitome of the definition of a friend. Even though it had been a number of years since I had seen him, I continue to mourn his passing and have great difficulty in filling this hole I feel in the deepest part of my soul.
Barry was the type whose engagement with others was such that you’d never know he had a single bad day in his life. Even in the past several months before his passing, conversations with him left me uplifted and with a smile on my face. Even the times I talked with him I knew for certain he wasn’t having a good day, he always made sure he gave more than he took from out talks. It is my hope as hung up the phone he could smile himself, if for no other reason than he had made me laugh.
So Barry, for all those great times from Deer Springs to Tuscaloosa, from the back room pool table at United Stage Equipment to the Key Club conventions throughout Alabama, and for great times when detailed could fill a modern novel, “Thank you” for a life well lived. I, among many others in Hartselle, love you and miss you. You touched a number of people with your wit, your talent, and your courage as you were forced to embrace that final stage of the “Life Cycle”. It has been said that a person experiences two deaths. The first when we cease to physically exist, the second when your name is uttered among the living for the last time. In your case, you’ll “live on” for a long time.

Gary Lawrence
Mount Airy, North Carolina
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