15 years ago, an angel graced this earth. 4 years ago, that angel graced my life. Sharon was perfect, no, she was beyond perfect. Yes, she was smart, but she was so much more than that. She brought laughter, she brought joy, she brought inspiration, but most of all, she brought love. In the last two years, Sharon and I started a tradition to always do something together on Fridays. First, it was walks to the park where we would get on the swings and scream for all the world to hear. Then, we would lie on the grass, under our special tree, watch the clouds and the stars, and wonder where the time has gone. Later, we would take walks to little Caesars for pizza and Rite Aid for little kid drinks and crawl into a tunnel and just pig out. We planned adventures to Chucke E Cheese , to Chinatown, and the day of our last final, we planned excursions to Jamba Juice, to the Movies and to the park to play cards. Sharon and I, we were inseparable. We were two halves of a whole. Never once did we fight. Maybe it was because we were so alike. I remember one day where we sat in the kitchen. Sharon had said, “Oh, do you remember that thing at that place?” and I knew exactly what she was talking about. At school, it was rare to see us apart. We walked to classes together, we went to clubs together, and we went everywhere together. We were “sharing,” Sharon and Spring and that we will always remain.
Although Sharon is no longer with us, her legacy will forever live on. Everything she did had to be perfect and just right. She always worked hard at school, making everything up to her standards. On Sundays when we went to CACC, her artwork was always perfect. She wouldn’t tolerate a stray mark on the page and everything she drew was exact. Even her smile was perfect. Sharon always had a smile on her face wherever she went. She had an amazing sense of humor that touched everyone that met her. Her laughter was contagious, whenever she started to laugh, you couldn’t help but laugh along. She touched the lives of so many people. On Monday, when we went to the park to remember and honor Sharon, there were so many people there, so many people that cared. As I looked at everyone’s faces, I could see how special Sharon was to every one of them. On Tuesday at the candlelight vigil at Foothill, I was touched to see how everyone came together to show that they loved her as well.
Even now, I can’t help but think that she will just appear one day and ask why we’re all so sad. It’s so hard to accept that she’s gone, such perfection lost. But in reality, she is not gone, for within every one of us remains a part of Sharon. Through every one of us she still survives. Sometimes, when we feel empty, all we have to do is look here, look deep within our hearts, for that is where Sharon will always be. Someone told me that he tried to talk to her but he couldn’t hear a response. I’m sure many of us have tried to talk to her as well, and she does respond. With every rustle of the leaves, with every drift of the clouds, she answers us.