Having left a brief story on the other part of this site, I thought I would also add a brief "tribute" here. I knew Sheryll for about 18 years, officially becoming part of her family over 12 years ago. Coming from a completely different world than the one Sheryll inhabited, my visits to her home in Titonka were always ones characterized by fascination and curiosity on my part (I think Jacki and Sheryll both thought I was uncomfortable or bored in some way, but nothing could be further from the truth). This was certainly true in terms of place (the peacefulness and quiet, the incredible brightness of the stars, the quaint downtown and grocery store where people somehow seemed to know who I was, etc.) but was also true in terms of life as embodied by Sheryll, her stories of her unique history and life, and her idiosyncratic (to me) ways. This uniqueness and idiosyncrasy is part of what makes the loss so acute. But it is also these things that will make Sheryll live on. She has left us with three wonderful children, five grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren through which her uniqueness and idiosyncrasies will live on. They are her legacy and through them she continues to live on even in death. And I am one of many people who continually experience the incredible benefit of this legacy.