Birth date: Jun 22, 1974 Death date: Sep 22, 2014
Gary Bryan Sharp, age 40 of Madison passed away September 22, 2014. Bryan was born on June 22, 1974 in Nashville to Gary and Debbie Sharp. Bryan was preceded in death by his grandfathers, Don Nixon and Owen Sharp and grandmother, Read Obituary
All day today Bryan and his family filled my mind and heart.....I live in Idaho now but heart was in Tennessee today with Bryan's family and in California with my son Derrick who is totally devastated over his friend and brother Bryan. What an amazing guy you are Bryan... SImply one of a kind... God threw out the mold when he made you...Heaven's gain today is our loss... see you on the other side- Robin
Bryan Sharp Ir's been rather rough lately due to several different situations. I haven't been able to update my status. Posting it all would just take too much time at the moment. After many years of not seeing you, today I am SO glad you said something a few weeks ago when you saw me bc I didn't see you. Man you have NO idea how glad I was to see you. You hugged my neck and I would give anything to see that smile right now. Last night I sat at my folks house bc they have been away and cried like a baby. Memories flooded my mind like the tears that poured from my eyes. As i walked around the house, I remembered the parties and could "see" everyone like it was happening at that moment; from the garage to the front yard, inside the house, and all that freaking chicken being grilled on the back patio. I remembered us holding hands at that Murfreesboro Walmart acting as homosexuals when being one wasn't anywhere near as vogue as it is today, just to laugh and make others do the same. I remembered ball games and practice and the fight in the dugout I won't detail bc of someone else's feelings. The rides to and from places to play. I remember "the first condom" story. I remember when we and James Moss and Gus Baker going to that Orange and White game and I can see you in the passenger seat. I remember the lack of sound from how hard the laughter was when Gus pee'd all over the back seat because one bottle wasn't enough. I remember the ride from that baseball game with Gary Birdwell Lonnie Sadler and Randy Forkum. All of us squeezed in that 89 Regal and throwing fireworks out the windows while driving through neighborhoods as we made our way towards Sumner County. And (chuckle out loud) I remember the look on your face when we made it to your house, you get off the phone, look at me and said "We have to get to your house RIGHT now, evidently the cops have been looking for us" with that grin on your face. And immediately Lonnie said, "I was sleep." Bryan, all of this and the emnpty house reminds me of how lonely life can be when there is no one. How ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and I mean NOTHING on this planet matters or means anything without love and each other. Before last night, some very hard times had caused me to think that I wasn't capable of crying anymore. BROTHER, I don't think I am going to be able to make it tomorrow. I just don't know. But, it doesn't mean I didn't love you or that I don't. You just do not deserve any attention due you put on me and the last thing I wish to do is for that to happen because I am an emotional basketcase. I do know this...I wish I could go back to a few weeks ago and would have said, "Man, lets go grab a biscuit or something" instead of "It was good to see you, man. You still on facebook? Hit me up and we'll go get something to eat sometime." Thanks for the memories, Bryan. Thanks for the smile, and thanks for that grin. And thanks for letting me be your friend.
Your son could brighten up any bad day.He was one of my favorite people in the world.I loved him with all my heart.Im so sorry for your loss.I cant imagine Bry not being around.I am blessed to have spent so much time with him
Gary, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family during this most difficult time.
I've written and erased about 100 times. I want you both to know (as I'm sure you already do) your son, Bryan was such a good person, good friend, sweet soul. We used to go to the batters cages and hit balls (and he'd say, "NO.......IT's BATTING CAGES!".....and i thought I could take him on.....until I got a stinger.......like I knew anything about baseball! Your son touched SO MANY lives just being himself. Gosh, I don't even know what else to say....as YOU know...he will be missed AND never forgotten....words just don't work right now.....Sending you both love, and the reflection of you both, in the way you raised your son speaks volumns.
Kristin Tschida
