The person who looks best in this photo — and shines — is the person who least liked this sort of thing. She would try to make her escape before the subject of a family photo came up, or, alternatively, storm out in a huff (hollering and likely tears) and the photo session would then be over. Ha! I seem to recall that happening when the photo above was taken, Christmas 1983. She looks so sweet, doesn't she?
I can hardly wrap my head around the fact that you've been gone 5 years. I miss you, bitch… I mean Sharon!
XO
I've been playing Words With Friends with Annie and the other day I started a board with the word WHORE. Annie immediately sent me a message and said that she felt like she was playing with Sharon! Sharon's phone calls with sisters always began with a little exchange of name calling, along the lines of (and riffing on) SNL's "Jane, you ignorant slut…" It was hilarious (to us), and we're obviously still easily humored (and still immature).
another great photo! Sharon couldn’t have been the center of attention any better, could she? and the story made me laugh out loud. I can just imagine those phone calls….
Remembering the fun side of people helps to ease the pain of their loss. My family tells funny stories to honor them. The space they leave in our lives is always there.
The perfect combo of sibling rivalry, humor, and familial love create oral histories that stay with us forever. Thank you for keeping them alive.
There is nothing quite like the comfort and familiarity of long established, and sometimes rather interesting, inside jokes between family members and old friends.
The pain eases but it never really goes away. Thinking of you today and hoping your memories are making you smile and not cry.
My best friend from high school and I still greet each other with, Hiya, ya old bag!
What a wonderful photo of Sharon! She looks so full of joy. . . My sister and I share that same kind of humor. It used to bother my mom a lot when we were young and living at home. (My mom was an only child and never really “got” the sibling thing.) Great memories. (And I can’t believe it’s been five years either.)