Saturday, December 20, 2014
We were more than sisters, we were best friends. We grew up together on a farm outside of a small town, sharing vivid imaginations and a love for music and art. Our Hungarian grandfather used to call us his little gypsy girls. As we grew up, and moved on to separate universities we stayed connected through many letters and late night phone calls. Shari eventually moved to to the town where I live so we could be closer. She became best friends with my children. She was one of the most unique, funny and special people I have ever known. Her kind heart touched everyone who met her, and her art continued to flow, becoming special gifts for those whom she loved. On September 15, 2014 my sister lost her lifelong battle with anxiety and depression and died by suicide. I lost my beloved sister. Our hearts are broken, but we are so grateful for all of the moments we shared with her. Be at peace, my sweet sister.