Sherry James

May 20, 2012 • Obituaries


Heaven received a special angel on May 16, 2012.

Sherry was born on Jan. 20, 1945, in Roswell, to Mack and Beatrice Sharp. She was the youngest [auth] of three children. She attended Dexter schools from kindergarten through 12th grade. She moved away for a while but eventually moved back to the Dexter/Roswell area, as this was where her roots were. She worked in the Dexter school system for several years and then got into private home health care, which ended up being her true calling. She took care of some very special people during her caregiving days, and her legacy will live on in all the lives she touched. She was so proud of her family and the values her mom and dad instilled in her. There wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t do for family, friends or even strangers. If someone needed help, she was there to do whatever she could. She had the gentlest soul and the most loving heart a person could have, and I am honored to have had her as my mother. She will be missed by so many, but I know now she is in God’s precious hands and taking care of whoever needs her in heaven. Not only was she my mom, she is now my guardian angel. Remember Mom … it’s not goodbye, it’s see you soon.

She was preceded in death by her husband Charles James; her parents Mack and Beatrice Sharp; and sister Carolyn Moore.

She is survived by her daughter Dawna Rochelle and fiancé Dale Stewart, of Roswell; grandson Joseph Blayne Rochelle, of Roswell; brother Dwight Sharp and wife Mary Jane, of Dexter; and numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, extended grandchildren, several dear friends and of course her loyal canine companion, Soupy.

A memorial service will be held at 2 p.m., Monday, May 21, 2012, at Anderson-Bethany Funeral Home with Cecil Kimberlin officiating. Burial will follow in South Park Cemetery.

Please take a moment to share your thoughts and memories in the online register book at Arrangements are under the direction of Anderson-Bethany Funeral Home and Crematory.

Her Journey’s Just Begun

Don’t think of her as gone away –
her journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets –
this Earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost –
and she was loved so much.

– Ellen Brenneman

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