Sharon Roseangelline Nepaul

In Loving Memory of Sharon
2025-Aug07

Sharon was more than a friend, she was like a sister, an extension of our family.

She shared our lives as we shared hers, walking beside us through the seasons of our children growing from infants into adults. We built a tapestry of memories together.

From playing video games and creatively problem-solving in Little Big Planet, to turning our living rooms into multi-console play zones, Sharon brought joy and connection to every moment.
We shared countless movie outings that occasionally ended with the real show in the parking lot, laughing until our sides hurt over the most ridiculous scenes.
We shared holidays and weekends where joy seemed to multiply simply because she was there.

Together, we made birthdays unforgettable, from limo rides to see King Kong on Broadway, to challenging our wits in escape rooms, to trying something new like archery just for the fun of it.
Whether in celebration or in life’s quieter, harder moments, she was there. She was part of it all.

As her illness progressed and life slowed for her, one thing never faded: her brilliance.
Her creativity, her perspective, the way she could view something from a completely different angle, often changed how you saw it too.
She had a gift for opening hearts and minds without ever needing to raise her voice.

Her spirit was gentle, but impactful. Now that she’s gone, we feel the change. We feel the empty space she once filled.
And though we are no longer whole in the same way, we are endlessly grateful that we knew her, that she loved us, and that she left her mark on our souls.

Sharon Rose was my only sister and I thank God for the times He allowed us to share.
There are certain things I remember about Sharon Rose. When she smiled, it was as if her eyes twinkled. I remember telling her that she smiled with her eyes. She also had a very distinctive laugh. I will never forget many years ago on my way home during rush hour on the subway. The train was packed with people chatting and laughing. Then above the din, I heard the sound of this laugh behind me. I turned toward the direction the sound came from and there she was with her friends full of life laughing and having a good time. We acknowledged each other with a wink. She got off the train and I continued on my way home. Each of us on our own path. During our phone calls and text messages, mostly discussing our Mother’s needs, she was always in good, high spirits. She never complained, not even when I heard the raspiness in her voice and asked how she was doing. Sharon Rose is one of the bravest, most considerate person I have come to know. To a life full of purpose and well lived. May we meet again in eternity, in Jesus’ name.

I had the incredible privilege of calling Sharon my godmother. And I mean it when I say privilege, because being loved by Sharon meant being seen, celebrated, and cherished in a way that stays with you forever.

When I think back on my childhood, so many of my happiest memories include her. I spent a lot of time with Sharon and Cubby when I was little. I remember learning to roller skate with them and going on little adventures—it always felt like something special was about to happen when we were together. We had this ridiculous inside joke—every time I’d say “It’s me leg!” to Cubby, we’d all burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. Sharon would just lower her eyes, try not to smile, and then lose it right along with us. That was the magic of being around her—joy just followed her.

I also loved visiting their house in Long Island. I remember being so fascinated by their little parakeets and how peaceful it felt just hanging out there. It was the kind of home that felt warm and welcoming—because Sharon made it that way.

One of my most special memories is the time Sharon and Cubby came with us to Jamaica for a family vacation. It was so wonderful to experience that trip together—being in such a beautiful place, laughing, exploring, and simply enjoying each other’s company. I’m so glad we shared that time—it’s something I’ll always hold close.

And then there was my 13th birthday. I had just gotten my period for the first time, and Sharon—being the thoughtful, loving, completely one-of-a-kind person she was—surprised me with a full-on “puberty party.” The whole room was decorated with balloons and beanie babies, and there was a pink cake waiting for me. She took what could’ve felt awkward or overwhelming and turned it into something joyful, lighthearted, and unforgettable. That was Sharon—always finding a way to make you feel celebrated and seen.

I always admired her artistic side. I loved looking at her drawings and paintings. I still remember the Silver Surfer on the wall of her bedroom in her New York apartment. Her art had a way of capturing light—just like she did.

In the last few years, we didn’t see each other as often, but Sharon always reached out. She’d message me to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day, or just to check in. I’d send her photos of the kids, and I know it brought her so much joy to see them growing. Even as life changed and the years passed, our connection stayed—quiet but steady.

I miss her deeply. And I know she knew how much I loved her. She was truly the best godmother anyone could ask for—thoughtful, funny, endlessly creative, and full of heart.

Sharon, thank you for everything—for your love, your light, your laughter. I’ll carry our memories with me always. And every now and then, when I need a smile, I’ll whisper, “It’s me leg,” and think of you.”

There are no words that truly capture the heartbreak of losing someone like Sharon. Her absence is deeply felt. The memory of who she was and all the ways she brought light into the lives around her.
Sharon had a beautiful way of turning everyday moments into something special. She loved playing games, not just for the fun of it, but for the laughter, the conversation, the togetherness. She was a child at heart and that smile and laugh shined through. Some of the best memories were made at Artie and Pat’s house, gathered around the table, sharing stories and smiles while eating chocolate.
Sharon was an artist, not just in how she painted or decorated, but in how she saw the world. She had a sharp and intuitive eye, able to see beauty where others might pass it by. One unforgettable moment was when she spotted a painting hanging in my kitchen that my daughter Rebecca made at just two years old. It caught “Aunt” Sharons eye, she stood admiring it for the longest time. Sharon instantly knew it was something special, something worth treasuring and asked if she could have it. Sharon treasured it. She framed the art and proudly hung it at the entrance to her and Edwin’s home, a powerful expression of her love for art and the people in her life.
Her creativity didn’t stop at artwork. Sharon had a deep love for home projects. Just a few months ago Sharon showed me kitchen plans she was designing for her and Edwin. The details where so thought out. She dove into each task with determination and care. She loved talking about projects, especially with Larry, sharing her ideas, and talking about power tools and getting excited over the possibilities. Those conversations were more than just talk, they were part of the joy she found in making and building and improving her and Edwins home. She saw the potential in things, and she brought it to life, full of warmth, heart and personality.
One of the most unforgettable moments in Sharon and Edwin’s story was their surprise wedding held right in their backyard. In true Sharon and Edwin fashion it was thoughtful, warm, and full of love. That day captured everything they valued: family, close friends, meaningful celebration, and the quiet beauty of home. Their love was strong, steady, and real and that surprise backyard wedding was a perfect reflection of it.
More than anything, Sharon was a friend who we called family. She may no longer walk beside us, but her sprit is stitched into every memory she helped create. In the laughter over a game, the hum of a project in motion, the spark of a shared idea – she is still with us.
Thank you, Sharon, for your love, your light, and the beauty you brought to this world. You are missed beyond words and loved beyond measure.

Remember Me Always
Remember me always when I am gone
Never let your thoughts of me despair
Let your thoughts of me run free
Of our good times and also our bad
Rember me always when I am gone
For the love we had for each other
And the memories we shared together
Remember me always when I am gone
For destiny will bring us together again in time
Remember me always