I don't know where to begin. When I think of my childhood , the weekends most always involved us being at the Markos' or them being at our house. Endless phone conversations between my mom and Sharon ... Laughing until they cried. Sharon was like the sister that my mom never had. Sharon was so kind and real and was definately the mother of 3 boys. She could hold her own. The memories she gave to me will never be forgotten.