I was three years old when Sharon was born and my brother was two. I don't remember her at all and I find that very sad.
Another thing I find hard to deal with is that there are no photos of Sharon. For the thirteen weeks that she was with us nobody took a photo. There were loads of photos of me and also of my brother but not of Sharon. Grandad used to take all of the photos and back then the technology wasn't around like it is now so if his camera was broken that was probably the only one in the family.
My Dad said she was beautiful, his actual words were, 'she was so pretty, much prettier than you'. His comment made me laugh, don't worry, I haven't been scarred for life it it.
It amazes me how much I love little Sharon, she'll always have a special place in my heart.