Death date: Jun 15, 2020
Aaronson, Sheila 93 of Delray Beach Florida passed away June 15, 2020. Beloved wife of the late Burton, loving mother of Richard ( Rebecca ) Aaronson and Daniel ( Wendy ) Aaronson, cherished grandmother of Scott, Glen, Eric, Brand Read Obituary
When I picture Sheila, all I can see is her smiling face. I don't think I ever saw her without a smile on because whenever I was with her she was surrounded by family and good friends. I feel so lucky to have known her, and she will be deeply missed.
Sheila was like a grandmother to me as I see Danny as my second father. I am so grateful to have known her throughout my life. It was truly a privilege to have had so many visits together over the years at family gatherings. When I close my eyes and picture her, I see her smiling surrounded by family, bringing an air of levity to the room with her natural whit. She loved her family so much, especially her grandchildren and couldn’t be more proud of them. She always showed such warmth and love. I truly respected her as a strong and caring woman. I will miss her dearly. There are truly no words to suffice when we lose someone we love. I do chose to think of her lovingly reunited with Burt. I am sending so much love to the Aaronson family and loved ones, remembering her vibrant life today.
My grandmother, Sheila Aaronson, passed away from COVID. What she died from should be irrelevant. We all die eventually. And she was 93. But she was 93 and FULL OF LIFE, so I’m sad, but I’m also a little angry.
A little about her: she was a spitfire and whip smart and funny and had a great temper. She was a tiger mom (before that was a thing) to my father and my uncle. She was a terrific grandmother to me, my brother, and our three cousins. And she was a GREAT great-grandmother to the 3 newest Aaronsons. She never missed a birthday. She taught us all how to play cards (her lasting legacy, in my mind). Gave me a love for puzzles – especially crosswords, at which she was really good and really prolific. And she was great for a QUICK phone conversation – not a lot of small talk with her.
She was my grandfather’s rock. His biggest fan. His life partner. His world. His primary caregiver throughout his life. I can hear him asking: “Hey, Sheils, can you fix me a ‘little’ sandwich and maybe a ‘little’ juice?” … the word “little” making it less of an imposition, I guess? : )
Being honest, after almost 70(!) years of marriage, I didn’t expect my grandmother would stick around much longer after he died nearly 2 years ago. But she was resilient. I’m glad they’re reunited again – I’m certain he could use another “little” sandwich and that she would like nothing more than to make one. At his funeral, grandma’s eulogy was the shortest and most poignant: “Everyone talks about what they want to be in a next life. I know what I want to come back as: Burt Aaronson’s wife.”
She lived her best life.
My last visit with her was earlier this year. I was in FL for work, and almost didn’t get up to see her. I am so glad I did. She fixed me dinner – she was a good cook, though didn’t cook a lot in recent years – and we talked for a couple hours. Family history. Re-telling old stories of travels that I’d heard dozens of times before. Reminiscing about grandpa. And then she gave me a big hug before I left. For 5-foot-nothing, she gave great hugs.
I’m so lucky to have had those moments. And would give anything to have more.
She broke her leg two weeks ago and contracted the virus in the hospital. A broken leg shouldn’t be terminal. But here we are.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but I’ll use this sad, personal moment for a public service announcement: wear your masks and please continue to take this virus seriously. I get it, we all have crisis fatigue; this is exhausting and horrible and life changing for everyone. But a little sacrifice for your fellow humans so we don’t have to sacrifice more family members. Please and thank you.
Miss you and love you always, GiGi.
I remember my Aunt Sheila with warmth and love and a smile. When my parents passed, she became my second mother. She made sure I was always included in her family, which meant so very much to me. She was always there for me with wisdom and caring.
I miss her very much and will always have a large place in my heart for her and my Uncle Burt. I love you Aunt Sheila.
I remember my Aunt Sheila as a very special person in my life. When my parents died she became my second mother. Her Laugh and warmth meant so much to me. I miss her very much already.
I love you Aunt Sheila and you will always have a huge place in my heart.
Love,
Charles
