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Mount Sinai Obituaries and Services » Sharon Lee Lapresle

Sharon Lee Lapresle

September 5, 2014

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Mark and family. I am so very sorry for your loss.
Lit by Ann Pullen
I met Sharon when we were both working for Coca-Cola. A truly likable person became a kindred spirit when I told her the story of how a former co-worker thought my Ebony and Jet magazines were new and Sharon informed me she grew up reading those magazines because her dad subscribed to them. We connected from that point on. Sharon was my 'motherhood' role model. She had such an incredible relationship with Adam and I often told her I would emulate her mothering style when I became a mom. Sharon was there to share that joy with me when I was blessed with my son and then my daughter. When my son graduated college last year, Sharon was one of the first people I called to share the news. I felt that she had a hand in getting him to this goal and she expressed her joy for my success. Sharon, yours was a special friendship that I will always treasure. Be at peace.
Lit by Dretha Washington
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. -Shel Silverstein
Lit by Carl & Ericka Freer