May 3, 1953 - September 9, 2014

PERULLO~ Sharon A. (DiGregorio) of Revere on September 9 th. Beloved wife of 39 yrs to Richard Perullo. Devoted mother of Lindsey Bricklemyer and husband Todd, Janelle Kruszewski and husband Kacper and Travis Perullo. Loving daughter Arlene L. (Bianchi) DiGregorio and the latePasquale. Cherished grandmother of Emma, Remy and Erik. Dear sister of Cathy Bowden and her late husband Larry of Revere and Daniel DiGregorio and wife Sharon of N.Reading. Also survived by many loving aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. A memorial service will be held in the Paul Buonfiglio & Sons~Bruno Funeral Home 128 Revere St., REVERE on Saturday, September 13, 2014 at 5pm. Relatives and friends are kindly invited. Visitation Saturday from 1-5pm. Sharon taught in the Revere School System for 35yrs and was the National Honor Society Advisor for many years. My mother was one of the strongest women I’ve ever known, and she did everything she could to instill that strength in everybody she knew. This wasn’t limited to her children or family, but extended to her students, mentees, and friends. Looking out over all of the faces who have come today to celebrate her life further affirms this fact. I recognize so many of you, and there are plenty I do not, and it warms my heart to know that at some point, my mother touched your life, shared some of her strength with you, and helped you become who you are today. Whether it was because she comforted you in a hard, or gave you a kick in the pants when you weren’t at your best, she always knew exactly what it was that somebody needed, and she would do everything in her power to make sure they got it. My mother would often downplay her role in the lives of her students; her humbleness was always something I admired. I moved back to Revere after finishing college a few years ago, and since then I’ve met a number of people who, upon realizing whose son I was, would tell me that my mother was one of the major reasons they graduated high school, or taught them the only math class that stuck with them past the final. As the adviser of the National Honor Society, she taught many of us to find the greatness that was within us through service to our community, each other, and ourselves. My mother’s generosity is legendary among our family. There was no request too great, no desire too asinine for her. Whether it was waiting in absurd lines to snatch that last Furby at Christmas time, the questionably insane choice of supplying Lindsey with a bass guitar, Janelle with a piano, and me with a drum kit, to making sure we could all attend the university we all felt we belonged at, she made sure we were not left wanting. Nothing pleased her more than seeing other’s achieve their dreams. She taught us all to reach for the stars, and to grit our teeth and jump higher if we missed our marks’. When I was very young, five or so, I struggled with reading. I was being left far behind by the other children in pre-school. I remember spending an entire Summer reading Dr. Seuss books at the kitchen table with her. I was so furious at the time. How could she take my Summer away like that? She was a strict teacher too; I would NOT be standing up from that chair until I sounded out that book from cover to cover. But ya know what? By my first day of Kindergarten, I had well surpassed my classmates in reading skills, and my education has brought me to heights I couldn’t have ever imagined, and I’ll never be able to thank her enough for that opportunity. Anybody who knew her well (or at all, really) knows Sharon took crap from nobody. She was possessed of an indomitable spirit that bordered on (and sometimes passed into) stubbornness and we all know that when Sharon made up her mind about something, she was sticking to her guns, and these guns were BIG. Sometimes, when looking back on the life of a loved one, we can remember them too perfectly, whitewashing the past, idealizing their lives. I find this to be folly, for it was Sharon’s beautiful imperfections that made her such a perfect mother. Her temper may have been fiery, but it taught us to embody the passion so many pass by in every fleeting moment. Her stubbornness may have been frustrating, but her conviction towards her ideals taught us to stand up for what mattered to us most. Her incessant questions about who my sisters and I were with, what we were doing, and where we were going, while profoundly annoying at the time, constantly reminded us that there was somebody out there who would always care about us and our wellbeing. That we were loved. That’s what I, and I’m sure the rest of my family, will always remember my mother for. Her love was boundless, and she was a loyal friend and wise mentor to so many. She did us the ultimate service of carving her name not on a tombstone, but on our hearts. Her legacy forever etched in our minds and the stories we share with each other about her. Ma, we’ll remember you and rejoice. We will cry, but not because you have gone, but in thankfulness that you were.

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