Paul Revere by Cyrus Dallin, North End, Boston
Friday, July 3, 2015
Remembering Sheria Reid
Today was going to be the start of a lovely weekend when family and friends would get together to celebrate Independence Day. This morning I checked in on facebook to see what the rest of my family and friends who live in other states would be doing, and that's when I read a post that dimmed all the joy this weekend would bring:
It is with a sad heart that I have to post on Sheria's page today. On July 1st I received a call from Sheria's boss that she had not reported for work at the legislature. When Bob and I went to her home we found that she had collapsed as she had prepared for work and EMS confirmed that she had probably suffered a cardiac event. My beautiful, talented, charming, witty sister is gone and we are left without a voice that has made a difference in so many lives. --Her sister.
It's difficult to believe this beautiful, witty, brilliant, caring, loving woman is no longer among us. We're that much more diminished by her loss.
Dozens and dozens of her friends have flooded facebook with remembrances of and accolades for this remarkable woman who touched and brightened so many people's lives. Although we never met in person, through our communications she made me feel as though we'd been friends for ever.
The many, many loving, heartfelt words written by her family and friends are a tribute to Sheria and to her ability to make everyone she knew feel privileged to call her friend.
I am forever glad she counted me as one. Farewell, dear Sheria. You will always be with us, I promise.
Here is one by her dear friend, Mark Olmstead.
And when great souls die,
after a period, peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored,
never to be the same,
whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be better.
For they existed --Maya Angelou