Sheila King

Holidays The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;- The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that out of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows! White as the gleam of a receding sail, White as a cloud that floats and fades in air, White as the whitest lily on a...

I remember Ms. King very fondly as my high school art teacher at Miami Coral Park Sr. High, around 1973. I can attest she was indeed passionate about her students.
When she requested volunteers to paint murals at a local home for wayward youth, 3 of my friends and I gladly came forward. We painted Peter Max murals weekends for many weeks. She also invited us to attend an art exhibition where we first saw real art in person, not in an encyclopedia. It was truly an impressive eye...

A mother's love is a blessing,
No matter where you roam.
Keep her while she's living,
You'll miss her when she's gone.
Love her as in childhood,
When feeble, old and grey,
For you'll never miss a mother's love
'til she's buried beneath the clay.
(Thomas Peter Keenan)

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or...

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.

Washington Irving

The world is not the same without her, we have lost a major star who was too bright and beautiful for this earth and is in heaven watching us and hopefully time will heal our broken hearts, LOVE YOU FOREVER

MY SISTER SHEILA WASEENBERG KING COMES FROM STONG GERMAN IRISH ROOTS.OLDENBERG GERMANY AND CORK IRELAND ,OUR MOTHER CLAIRE TONER REARDON/ FATHER LEO WASSENBERG WAS A TWA CAPTAIN , LEARNED TO FLY AS A BOY IN KANSAS AND LATER BECAME A SOLDIER OF FORTUNE.MY MOTHER WAS A REG. NURSE AND ONE OF THE FIRST AIRLINE STWEWARDESS . SHEILA WAS SCHOOLTEACHER, SISTER SALLY WHO WAS ALSO A TEACHER ,.DICK A LAWYER ,BROTHER RONALD A DELTA AIRLINE CAPT. WE LIVED IN MANY PLACES /NEW YORK,MIAMI.AND SOUTH...

Best Mom Ever! Will miss you with all my heart forever my best friend and thee most beautiful mother.