Jenesa Nelson Death: There are no words powerful enough to hold the weight of our heartbreak today. There is no sentence, no phrase, that can fully wrap itself around the magnitude of this loss. But we try—through our tears, through our trembling voices, through memories that feel far too fresh and far too final.
This morning, our beloved Jenesa Nelson was gently relieved of her pain and suffering. Though our hearts are shattered, we are grateful that her battle is over. Still, it’s hard to imagine a world without her smile, her strength, her laugh, her love. She was so many things to so many people—a mother, a daughter, a sister, a Soror, a friend—and in each role, she gave of herself so completely and so beautifully.
To me, she was my baby. My sister. My Soror. And this loss cuts in ways I still can’t fully comprehend.
Jenesa Nelson Shubuta Mississippi Obituary: The Quitman High Class Of 2000 Member Sadly Passed Away
Jenesa walked through life with purpose and poise. She was light in human form. Her spirit was both soft and fierce—tender enough to hold your heart, and strong enough to defend it. She had a laugh that made you feel like everything was going to be okay, and a love that made you believe it really could be.
To know Jenesa was to experience grace. Not the kind you read about in books or hear in songs—but the kind that lives in the day-to-day: in how she cared for others, how she lifted those around her, how she faced life’s toughest moments with faith and dignity. Even in the face of suffering, Jenesa carried herself with quiet strength. She was never loud about her struggle—but if you paid attention, you could see the warrior beneath her beautiful, calm exterior.
Her greatest pride, her greatest love, was her son, Channing. Everything she did, every dream she had, every prayer she whispered—was for him. She adored him with a depth that only a mother can understand. Her eyes lit up when she spoke about him. Her heart beat for him. And though she is no longer here physically, her love will forever surround him like a shield. Channing, please always know how deeply your mother loved you—how proud she was of you, how she believed in you, and how you carry her legacy forward in all you do.
To Gloria, her loving mother—you raised an extraordinary woman. Your strength is reflected in Jenesa’s grace. Your love shaped her heart. And though this pain is unbearable, may you find comfort in knowing that your daughter left this world surrounded by love and admiration. We are lifting you up, now and always.
To her siblings, her family, and her friends, we hold you in our deepest prayers. We share in your sorrow. We mourn with you. And we promise to continue celebrating Jenesa’s life in the way she lived it—with kindness, with laughter, with faith, and with love.
And to my fellow Sorors, this loss is deeply felt within our sisterhood. Jenesa wore her letters with honor and lived out our sacred values daily. She embodied sisterhood—not just in word, but in action. She was the first to check in when you were down. The one who’d send a text at just the right moment. The one who’d say, “I got you,” and truly mean it. Her presence at any Sorority function was a source of joy and pride. She loved us, and we loved her.
As we sit in this moment of profound grief, it’s okay to not have the words. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel angry, lost, or numb. That’s the price of loving someone so deeply—and Jenesa was worth every tear, every ache, every prayer whispered into the silence.
In the days ahead, we will need one another. We will need to share our stories—of the way she made us laugh until our sides hurt, of the advice she gave, of the way she always seemed to know when something was off. We will need to hold close the memories that made her our Jenesa. Her voice. Her hugs. Her brilliance. Her light.
And we will also need to remember that grief is not a straight path. It comes in waves. Some days, we’ll feel like we’re okay. Others, we’ll fall apart at the sound of her name. That’s part of the process. That’s love continuing.
But what we must also remember is this: Jenesa may be gone from this world, but her impact remains etched in all of us. In the way we care for others. In the way we lift each other up. In the way we choose love over judgment, faith over fear, peace over chaos. These are the things she stood for—and these are the things we must carry forward in her honor.
Let us promise not to let her legacy be one of sadness alone—but one of inspiration. Let us live as she lived: with kindness, with purpose, with an open heart and an unbreakable spirit.
Sleep well, my beautiful sister. Rest now in the peace you so greatly deserve. Your fight is over, but your story lives on—in your son, in your family, in your friends, in every life you ever touched.
We miss you. We love you. And we will carry you with us for the rest of our days.
With deepest sorrow and unending love,
Your Sister, Soror, and Friend