This memorial website was created in memory of my dear sweet beloved, Linda "Sharon" Furlong.
We realize that time and distance keeps us apart, so our goal here is to provide a means to remember Sharon's life, joys, and impact on others.
Feel free to leave a tribute, or share your memories and photos on this site. In doing this, we will honor her memory forever.
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Leave a tributeGinny Renaud
Ginny Renaud
With love, your brother Doug <><
Ginny Renaud.
I know you're resting peacefully. Just want you to know that whenever I go the bagel store for a supply, I always pick up a blueberry bagel for you. I put them in my freezer, but it's getting too full. I'm going to start eating them because that's what you'd want me to do. Miss you sweetheart. Peter
She said it was for Robie. We love and miss you...Jeffery.
Every time I stop into the Bagel Shop I think of your enjoyment of blueberry bagels and how you used to laugh and call me your Rabbi
when I brought you some. Becky and I miss your charming humor and delightful company. Love for you, always. Peter & Becky Spirer
we will all be together again in Heaven, and you have met my Mom
and Dad there and having plenty of time getting to see all those that
went on to our other world ahead of us. My hope is in our Lord, our future is better than anything we could possible dream about here!!! Love and admire your courage and walk here on earth! Nina
David and I are saddened to hear of Sharon's passing. The care expressed in the relationship you shared was truly an inspiration even to those of us who did not know you well. We were impressed by you both from the first moment we met you over a real estate transaction. Please accept our sincere condolences. David Greysmith and Lorraine Milan
Uncle Robie, I am so sorry for your loss. You're in my thoughts and prayers. I love you and miss you.
Todd & Michelle
When I lost Larry in 2010 Robie and Sharon were here in their motor coach back at the barn. I don’t know what I would have done without them in those dark hours! I can still hear Sharon’s comforting words in that sweet caring tone of hers, “Oh baby, Larry would want you to be okay”.
What a friend I had in Sharon! I truly miss her so.
Good night my Sunshine girl! I love you Sharon.
Firstly, I note from Robie's comments that Sharon left us at around 4:15 p.m., further confirming what was earlier established by my brother in law, Gary Britton, as the official commencement of cocktail hour. I will continue to raise a glass at on or around 4 p.m. for those that I hold dear.
I met Sharon in the early '80's while working for Ernie Miller in Salem at Mortgage Bancorporation. We became friends and confidants, sharing much of our lives with the other, around work and over lunches at such notable establishments as the Court Street Dairy, among others, where one of the requirements of a decent meal was the presence of French's Mustard, at least to Sharon.
She remained a friend through thick and thin, contributing in a way that only she could do to the richness and complexity of life. I note many references to wit in these tributes, even to "Sharonisms", as I would also be inclined to call them, and I would like to share a few of my own.
As I think back, and as Monika said recently, there was more than one Sharon, particularly as a result of her aneurism. Thus, these "Sharonisms" can be attributed to Sharon 1, or 2, or even, perhaps, 3, given her career changes as well as health issues.
So, here goes. Sharon # 1, the person I first came to know, introduced me to proper southern belle-ism and how one should engage the gallantry of a gentleman by the proper relinquishment of one's "hanky", ie. dropping it to the ground and feigning helplessness. Sharon #2, real estate magnate, explained to me, among other things, that all a woman really needed (sorry, Robie) was a washing machine with a really good spin cycle. And Sharon #3, post aneurism, perhaps the funniest of all, offered these gems. While at a party of our friends, she was approached by a woman who asked if she was my husband, Jeff's, mother, Jeff being 5 years younger than Sharon.. Sharon's response;
" I can see we are not going to be friends!" And when Robie showed Jeff and me a photo of a much younger and undeniably beautiful bikinied Sharon, she said "Well, that ship has sailed".
Humor aside, I count Sharon as one of the seminal influences in my life, one of those friends who stays with you regardless of life's vagaries and the separations that occur as a result, forgiving and welcoming at each turn. I have been enriched immeasurably as a result of a chance encounter in the early '80s and I will be forever grateful.
She recently asked me if I was happy, wondering if she should have stepped in at a time when I was making a significant life choice. Clearly, her decision not to influence me had weighed on her. I told her that I was happy with the person that I had become but it occurred to me later that I could have done more to reassure her because she clearly had carried that concern with her for years. Truly an amazing friend!
As I read these tributes, I realize how much there was about Sharon that I didn't know, names of friends, places, events outside of my experience with her, and I am struck by that. How is it possible that someone so important to me does not know everyone and everything in my life and vice versa? She was remarkable, genuine, caring, funny, loving, smart, irreplaceable, forever in our hearts.
And then there is Robie. Sharon called me once and thanked me for "talking politics " with Robie, which basically meant arguing with him, since we didn't agree on such matters. We all know how incredibly loving and amazing Robie was with Sharon through an extraordinarily difficult situation. She could not have had or hoped for a more amazing friend and husband. Robie, you are my hero; I am grateful and so thankful that Sharon had you in her life, for all of it's richness. Know that you are both loved.
Teresa
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