The Sharron I remember
The coolest thing about our memories is that we get to choose what we keep in the front of our minds. I chose two to remember Sharron by.
The first year we worked together, 1992, is one of my favorite years. During race week she called me and asked if I was busy (of course!) but not too busy to give her whatever time she needed. She told me to come down to the hotel entrance and she'd pick me up. She sounded very serious, almost grim. I got in the car and she drove away from the hotel. She was chatting about inconsequentials. I finally asked where we were going and she said, "Well, we are much too recoginizable so we are going to get diguises." We spent the next half hour in Longs going through their Halloween stock. We came away with false mustaches. We wore them all day and many of the volunteers joined in the fun and would come up and ask us if we'd seen Robin or Sharron!
a few months later, we were coming back from lunch, riding in the back of a convertible. We were laughing and saying it was like being in the parade. I said yes, only we'd be sitting up on the back of the seats. She looked at me and said, "I will if you will." We spent the rest of the trip back to the office waving at whoever we passed.
Sharron loved to laugh and it was always good to laugh with her. She will always make me smile.