Wonderful to read everyone’s stories: thank you for sharing your memories about Sharon’s laugh, her integrity, her kindness, and her trickster side. I treasure her company so much that sometimes I think I remember every conversation we had. My hubris inspired me to corner Sharon after she gave a lecture at Cornel (where I was a master’s student) so I could learn about the doctoral program at Wisconsin. I shoved her in my car and sped to a cafe where I plied her with coffee and questions. Before becoming one of her minions at Vilas Hall, I met her again when I presented my first-ever conference paper: scared out of my wits of being intellectually flogged because Sharon was the reviewer. She offered concrete suggestions—gently—and soothed my bloated ego. Every encounter with her has been a gift. And I think I can hear her laughing in heaven.