By Rebbetzin Aviva Feiner
To know Sharon was to know love.
Love of life. Love of a beautiful day and the warm rays of the shining sun. Love of a catchy tune and making someone else smile. Love of the beautiful flowers and their exquisite and diverse colors. Love of what is just and fair and brings people true happiness. Love of every moment and its myriad opportunities. Love of children—and they were all her children—and of being their beloved morah.
Love of family. Love of seeing her children happy and successful. Love of going to grandchildren’s birthday parties. Love of singing them a silly song and watching their delight in receiving a new toy. Love of hearing her children speak words of Torah; sing songs of Shabbos; of the pride in their many academic achievements. Love of a Pesach Seder, a Purim seudah, and every Shabbos meal.
Love of Hashem. Her credo, so dear to her heart, was “Ein od milvado!” Love of making a kavanah-filled berachah and of answering Amen to someone else’s. Love of dressing beautifully, with tznius as a priority. Love of heartfelt davening to Hashem and hearing the sound of the shofar. Love of every member of Klal Yisrael—with a special charm for every Jew she encountered who did not yet know why they were so lucky to be Jewish. Love of proclaiming her faith in Hashem with a pride that the whole community was fortunate to share.
When I pass by Sharon’s house, I remember that pure and pristine love. I wistfully think that she may still be there inside, in her open home and with her wide-open heart. I remember how lucky I am to have known that it is possible to grow up and become a grandmother and still have a childlike exuberance for all life has to offer. That one can face a life of pain and challenges and turn it into a life of pride and joy.
Sharon is living in every moment that we live her love. In every minute that we love our lives and delight in all that we can accomplish and enjoy. That we love our families dearly and communicate that love to them. That we love Hashem and all that our wonderful Yiddishkeit has to offer.
Sharon lived each moment showing us all that strength is not physical prowess, loud noise, flashy lifestyles, or intellectual acrobatics. As Hashem appears in a “kol demama daka,” a quiet but ever-powerful force, our Sharon was the quietest, sweetest, most powerful force.
Yehi zichrah baruch! v