Alfred William Sharp, Jr.

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Alfred William Sharp Jr., of East Cleveland, Ohio, was born on May 23, 1996, to Nadia Minor and Alfred Sharp Sr. On September 28, 2026, Alfred gained his wings, leaving behind a lifetime of memories that will forever live in the hearts of everyone who loved him.

Alfred leaves behind his loving mother, Nadia; Aunts, Evelyn Sharp, Anita (Kenneth Kennedy) Uncle, Theodis Giles, his sisters and brothers, Jamicka, William, Velma, Zelma, Dominique, Rhonda (Jamika), Mary, Rakia, Aliyah, Faith, and Janay; and a host of nieces and nephews, including Honesty, Tyreasure, William Jr., Destiny, Octavia, Kemiya, Marlon, Emanuel, Kaiden, Evontae, A'Zauri, Zahvee, Zamaury, Lyric, Jakari, Kylo, and Lavaughn Jr. He also leaves behind his three cousins who were more like brothers, Dalontae Thompson, Tyrell Giles and Parish Simpson, Best Friend, Lamarr Chapman and his beloved partner, Dymine Clarke. Alfred was preceded in death by his father, Alfred Sharp Sr., Sister, Danielle Null, Grandparents Guy and Sara Sharp, Joann Stevens and his nephew, Xavier Baker.

Alfred was a one-of-a-kind soul. He had a personality that could light up a room and a sense of humor that could turn even the hardest days into moments of laughter. He was the kind of person who could always be counted on to have a joke, a story, or something to say. Alfred was truly the life of the party, and his presence was felt wherever he went.

Alfred had a creative spirit and a special love for art and music. Writing was one of the ways he expressed himself, and he was always coming up with a new rap or putting his thoughts into words. His creativity was a part of him, and those who knew him will always remember the passion he had for expressing himself through music.

After graduating from Penn Foster High School, Alfred worked various warehouse jobs. Through every chapter of his life, he continued to build memories with the people around him and leave an impression that will never be forgotten.

His laughter, his jokes, his music, his creativity, and all the little things that made him who he was will continue to live on through the people who loved him.

His life was a gift. His memory is a treasure. And his love will never be forgotten.