Johnny Lee Sullivan

Funeral services for Johnny Lee Sullivan, age 31 of Grayson, will be held 1:00 PM, Friday, October 17, 2025, from the sanctuary of Oasis Full Gospel Church with Pastor Betsy Honeycutt officiating. Interment will follow in the Magee-Mount Rose Cemetery at Grayson. The family will receive guests on Friday as well from 10:00 AM until time of service at the church. Services have been entrusted to Riser & Son Funeral Home of Columbia.

Johnny Lee was born on February 20, 1994, at Gordo, Alabama to the union of his parents, Ed Troy Sullivan and Debra Ann Leckie. He passed from this life on October 12, 2025, at his residence following a sudden illness.

Johnny was preceded in death by his father: Ed Troy Sullivan and his grand mother: Shirley Ann Honeycutt Leckie Franklin. and numerous aunts and uncles. Johnny was a giver of himself to anyone around and anyone in need. He was a hard worker and to coin an old phrase, He would "Go from Can to Cant". He loved the Rodeo and actually rode Bronc's and Bull's. He was a Master Carpenter. He was a joy to be around and he will never be forgotten.

Left to cherish his brief but full life is his beloved mother, Debra Leckie Sullivan; sister, Brandy Leija; two brothers: Stephen Burns and Tony Varnell; his aunts: Cynthia Cole and Millie Roberts; host of aunts and uncles and a great uncle and aunt, John and Betsy Honeycutt.

Serving as pallbearers will be Bruce Cole, Carl Leckie, Kyle Leckie, Eddie Honeycutt, Mark Hogg and Collin Hogg. Serving as honorary pallbearers will be Andy Honeycutt and Mike Hogg.

The family humbly requests that rather than flowers please help cover funeral expenses by making a donation to Riser & Son Funeral Home.

Eulogy for a Cowboy

We’re all here today because a true original rode his last trail. Johnny was a man built for dusty roads and honest work, a rugged throwback who carried the spirit of the open range right into this modern age. If you knew Johnny, you knew he wasn’t always softspoken, and he wasn’t one for pretense. He was grit and leather and the kind of truth you could lean on. But if you look past the rough exterior, you saw the full measure of the man. He was an unwavering son, Devoted and strong. He was fiercely loyal brother, always ready to back you up, no questions asked. And to so many of us, he was the best kind of friend — a reliable presence in an unreliable world. We shall remember him as the light, and that’s precisely what he was. His light wasn’t always a gentle glow; sometimes it was a flash fire of humor, passion, or righteous stubbornness. But it was constant. It was the light of a man who loved with his whole heart, who lived by a simple, honorable code, and who never asked anyone to be anything they weren’t. Johnny didn’t just pass through this life; he lived it large. We’re going to miss the sound of his boots, the rumble of his laugh, and the simple comfort of knowing he was out there. His saddle is empty now, and we feel that empty space deeply. But his spirit, his unique, rugged light, rides on with every dusty wind.