Sharon always wore a smile on her face and her heart on her sleeve. A caregiver her whole life, she was always there to help heal everything from my cuts and scrapes as a boy to a weary heart as an adult. She was fearless and full of life. She may have been a nurse, but her laughter was infectious. She was an acute listener who gave compassionate, meaningful advice. Sharon was both a second mom and a dear friend to me. I loved her dearly and am a better person for her having been a part of my life.
We would tease my mom that we could name anything we needed, and she would have at least one of them or many to choose from. So if you’re looking for a flower pot, we have many to share, a large ceramic stork (we think), a clay bunny with the ears missing, a collection of extension cords from the 1980s, and a very extensive collection of wooden pencils dating back to the '60s if not longer. Some have erasers, some not. You should wait the appropriate amount of time and get in touch. Tomorrow would be fine. :)
We enjoyed having Sharon staying in our home many times over the last 15 years. She loved visiting with family and seeing the old stomping grounds around Amarillo. We enjoyed a glass of tea together and reminisced. She was always helpful in explaining medical/health issues in terms her aunts Zola and Bess could understand. She was always thoughtful and generous with gifts when visiting. My favorite was getting a Grandma's Bible from her and knowing she had the same one. We miss her smiling face and phone calls.