I live and work in a house in an eminently walkable and bikeable neighborhood—the kind with 50-foot lots knitted together by streets, alleys, and sidewalks. My house is a block
Robbie A. Sharp, born Nov. 3, 1956, passed away May 1, 2021.
This is the day the Lord has made, a day for rejoicing, a day to find joy and beauty in the ordinary and familiar as well as the exotic and new. On May 1, I passed into the Heavenly realm as a result of Non-Hodgkinâs Diffuse Large B-Cell Lymphoma.
Waiting for me in Heavenly Celebration are my dad and mom, Wayne and Joanne Sharp; grandparents, A.B. and Marie Sharp; Anna Lou and George Blair; Aunt Patsy Sharp; uncle and aunt, Jim and Virginia Pope; special pets, Maxx, Zeke and Lacy Jill.