Cantor Sharon Ilene Kunitz

Not a day goes by I don't think of you my love. Not one single day. I see a face that reminds me of yours and my heart flutters. I miss you so much, it is a physical pain. I know you are there somewhere. I know I will see you again in the flesh, as Job declared. But in the meantime I miss your presence, and I know I shall unti that glorious day I stand before you once more. I love you forever,

I first met and fell in love with Sharon when she played in "Fiddler on the Roof" back in the 1970s. I think it was at put on by Huntsville Little Theatre and her whole family played parts. I thought they were all the most beautiful family in the world. I was so pleased she had become a Cantor. Canting G-D's word in Hebrew is like honey to the lips. B'racha Sharon, dwelling now in the eternal presence of HaShem. Blessings and comfort to the family.

With great sorrow we offer our condolences to Sharon's parents, children and grandchildren on the loss of this lovely and gifted woman, classmate and dear friend of our daughter Emily at HUC-JIR School of Sacred Music.

I am writing on behalf on my father, Melvyn Green, who knew Sharon's parents in Huntsville back in the late 1950s. He is unable to write the message himself, but sends his sincere condolences for this great loss.

We will never forget Sharon's beautiful voice when our daughter, Bruck Ann, became a Bat Mitzvah. Ever since, Sharon and her daughter have been our friends, and I will miss our Facebook posts. Many thoughts and prayers for her family...may her memory be a blessing.

Beloved Sharon, your music is forever in my heart. I will keep it bright and fresh there all of my days.

My home is far from Huntsville now. When I return, I will bring a pebble from my garden to leave at your grave.

Sharon will be missed as long as there is music and laughter and love.

A voice is silent if it is not remembered. I will forever remember how Sharon's voice moved me to tears the first time I attended Shabbat service. How she inspired me worship the Holy One. My life was enriched by her wonderful gift. Thank for sharing your gift. Thank G-d.

The Creator himself promises: “From the hand of Sheol [the common grave] I shall redeem them; from death I shall recover them. Where are your stings, O Death? Where is your destructiveness, O Sheol?” (Hosea 13:14)