From Jon Clark

I first met Sharon at the Woodtrail Day camp in Natick. My older brother was her counselor and I was a thirteen year old counselor in training. I'll never forget seeing her for the first time. I was walking into the auditorium at Kennedy Junior High along with the rest of the camp, but one tiny little blond haired girl (she couldn't have been older than six or seven at the time) was walking out with tears in her eyes. My brother was attempting to cheer her up, so I walked over to see if I could help. After a while she confessed that she was afraid of the dark, and the dimly lit auditorium made her very uncomfortable. This presented us with a small problem, because the camp would convene in the auditorium at least once a day. From then on, my brother and I would take turns sitting outside the auditorium with her during this part of the day. Sometimes we would play UNO or other card games, and on other days we would read stories or work on art projects. It was during this time a bond was formed and Sharon became our favorite camper. She was the type of kid who could light up a room with her smile and we took pride in making sure she felt safe and happy at all times. Since Sharon and I were six years apart in age we didn't cross paths very often, but whenever we ran into each other it was like connecting with a long lost member of the family. The little girl I knew grew up to be a beautiful, kind, creative woman who could still make the sunshine brighter by flashing her million dollar smile. I am so glad that I knew Sharon and I'm thankful for the time we spent together.