The last story Sherri wrote for the Sun was on April 15 of last year, a review of a Kool Haus concert by Brooklyn indie-rock troupe Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Within hours of filing, she collapsed suddenly and was rushed to hospital, right out of the blue.

Her brain was hemorrhaging -- she'd unknowingly had tumours for years -- and was fast dying. She was given last rites but, unsurprisingly to all who know her, she hung on. Within weeks, Sherri was on her feet, vowing to make a complete recovery.

Yesterday, she lost that battle.

It was only four years ago that Sherri began writing for the Sun, as a Humber College intern. It quickly became apparent to all that Sherri was no run-of-the-mill intern, or person. We happily kept her on after the internship ended.

From just about any standpoint you could name -- journalistic or otherwise -- Sherri found her calling as a budding entertainment reporter and critic at this newspaper. She had style, adventurousness, humour, tenacity, bravado and so much enthusiasm she left puddles of it everywhere.