Jason Randall Sheets

October 18, 1982, that’s my birthday. That’s the day my short life began. I grew up in Kannapolis, N.C. I was a 2001 graduate of South Rowan High School. I have many memories growing up. Some of my favorites include jazz band, creating music with friends, hanging out, hunting, fishing, youth camp with Central Baptist Church, laughing, and making people laugh. That was probably one of the best things about me, the laughter, and maybe what I’d like to be remembered for. As a kid, I enjoyed baseball and football. Later, I enjoyed golfing with friends. I loved animals. And they always loved me, and somehow found me. I was inquisitive. I wanted to know the “why” about everything. I needed it to make sense. If you’ve been a part of those conversations, thanks for taking the time, even when they seemed to never end. I was passionate. My feelings (good and bad) were big. I didn’t leave much to the imagination. If I felt it or thought it, I most likely shared it. I accepted Christ at a young age. I always had questions about how such a big, Holy God could so easily forgive us. Grace and Mercy! Those things were challenging for me. They were difficult to receive and difficult to offer to others, but I’m thankful for both. Authenticity and honesty, that was important to me. What I admired was genuine love, genuine forgiveness, genuine conversation, genuine people. I was crazy talented. I could sell anything! No really, I could! I was relatable, easy to talk to. I could perform and like I said before, make people laugh. There are videos of me somewhere, preaching. I guess I could do it all. I had God-given musical gifts that others would probably love to have. I loved music and using my talents but I’m not sure I knew just how much others enjoyed it. I don’t think I realized the extent of my gifts. I was important, although I didn’t always realize it. Maybe that’s why my fight was so hard. I craved purpose. Purpose for the day, purpose for life. Doesn’t everyone? That’s what we all need. That’s what I would say to anyone wondering. Find your God-given purpose and don’t run from it, run to it. And keep fighting. At Rest, Jason

Jason Randall Sheets (10/18/82 - 05/23/24) Survived by: Mother: Denise Sheets Father: Randall Sheets Sister: Angela Jordan (Husband: Bryan Jordan) Nieces: Peyton Jordan and Rylan Jordan Uncle and Aunt: Jerry and Shelia Fagan Uncle: Tony Williams First Cousins: Benjie Fagan, Jakie Fagan, Brian Sheets, Jeff Sheets Preceded in Death by: Great Grandparents: George and Elizabeth Lambert Grandparents: Ralph and Betty Williams Grandparents: Floyd and Beulah Sheets Uncle: Gerald Sheets