In Memory of Sharon Counts

This post is in memory of Sharon Counts. Sharon was a very dear close friend of the family. She was my dad's best friend's wife. Sharon was like another mother to me. I always called her Aunt Sharon because that is what she was to me. She was the kind of person who would do anything for you. She loved life, her husband Brian, her family, ballooning, University of Michigan and dolphins. I was very fortunate to be a part of her life. I am so glad I was able to see her while I was in Michigan last month. She was able to see how big Rayna has grown and was able to hold Lorenzo. I know that meant a lot to her. She loved babies and kids. Sharon had been sick for a long time, first with the cancer and then the last few months with the brain virus thing. She was a fighter. She fought that cancer and was doing really good until this brain virus thing came along. She is now resting at peace, waiting for our Heavenly Father to come and take us all home again.

She will be greatly missed and she was loved by all. I only wish I could have been in Michigan to go to the funeral not only to say good-bye, but to also support my dad and Brian and family. Here are a couple of pictures that I took while I was home. I will always have the great memories of hot air ballooning and going to U of M games with her, Brian and my dad. We love you Sharon!!!!

Here is the link to her obituary:

http://www.legacy.com/Link.asp?I=LS000116678192X

I Measure Every Grief...
by Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies,--
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes.

There's grief of want, and grief of cold
A sort they call 'despair,'

There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own

"And behold, I am coming quickly, and My reward is with Me, to give to everyone according to his work. I am the Alplha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last." Rev. 22:12-13

"Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed." 1 Corinthians 15:51-52

"In You, O Lord, I put my trust;
Let me never be ashamed;
Deliver me in Your righteousness.
Bow down Your ear to me,
Deliver me speedily;
Be my rock of refuge,
A fortress of defense to save me.

For You are my rock and my fortress;
Therefore, for Your name's sake,
Lead me and guide me.
Pull me out of the net which they have secretly laid for me.
For You are my strength.
Into Your hand I commit my spirit;
You have redeemed me O Lord God of truth."
Psalm 31:1-5