My mothers beginnings were modest. She was born Sharon Anita Maloney on February 16, 1942 in Oakland, CA. to her parents Rozella and Ed Maloney a plumber by trade. She grew up with her brother Lester and Norm in Danville, CA. Where she attended Danville CPC participated in Girls Scouts and Job’s Daughters. My mother graduated from San Ramon High School in 1959. My parents were brought together by their own parents during bowling. On December 8, 1962 our parents were married; they were very much in love and remained that way for almost 45 years. Then February 22, 1966 my brother John was born and mom she quit working and happily set out to be a domestic engineer. Three year later I was born February 12, 1969. February was a busy month for our family. Mom was a stay at home mother until Growing up she always took time to help us with school work, and supported us by becoming a troop mother for boy scouts and girl scouts, driving my brother to soccer and yelling from the Dublin High school sidelight during the football games then join the bethel counsel at Job’s Daughter. We definitely tested her patients but she never stopped loving us or supporting us in our decision even if she did not agree. She would just say “What ever you start you must finish it to the end”. Never letting quit in the middle no matter how hard it became. Win or lose you finish it by giving it your all and doing your best. Mom loved giving big parties at home and also hosted Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas Eve gatherings for our family and friends every year. In those times before she got sick, Mom had so much energy and enthusiasm for all that she did. Even after the depression hit the one thing she loved was family and friends around. Mom continued to do many of these things for years until she could no longer manage. In 1989 John became engage and an instance father when he adopted Jessica and then in February 1990 Emily was born, yes another February birthday. Mom was thrilled to become a grandma, and she cherished that role and doted on her grandchildren. Then in June of 1993 I gave birth to her third grand daughter Sarah. She took a week off of work and came to stay with me. She was a big part of Sarah life. Every year during the months of January to April Sarah would spend just about every weekend with them (we called it the tax season weekends). Then in November of 1999 her 1st grandson was born and she could not have been happier. Nothing made Mom happier than being with Sarah, Jessica, Emily and Thomas. Mom took after her mother and loved to travel. Both my brother and I were able to take several trips with our mother and we both have that special time to remember. In 1992 I was able to take a trip with her to Alberta Canada and rented a car drove from Calgary to Edmonton through Jasper national park. The majestic mountains called out Gods name. Even though she had a fear of heights she took several trams to the top of the mountains to see the beautiful views. Mom and Dad were able to travel to many places but I think her favorite and most memorable was her trip to her beloved Ireland. Raised a Maloney she cherishing her Irish heritage. Thou she wanted to travel so much more her fears in the last three years and health kept her from see more. In 1995 John moved to Idaho. This was hard on my mom not being able to see him or her grandchildren. In 1998 my parents moved to Salida, CA. Thou they were only an hour away it was not the same since I would stop by there house on the way home from work or just a hop skip and a jump down the highway to have dinner and/or just visit. Then in October of 2004 my parent moved up to Washington. This was hard on all us. Being so far apart from my mom was hard and even hard in the last two years not being able to help my Dad or just be here to visit with her. These last few years our father did so much for her; he took care of her every need with no help except on occasion when John or I could get up there for a weekend or week. Dad I know mom thanks you for loving her and being there in sickness and health. There is much more I could write about our Mom, but none of it would be enough to capture her capacity to love. She was struck with depression and many health issues and suffered with it all until the day she died. Increasingly crippled and disabled by complications of the stoke and her diabetes, Mom never let that stop her from loving us or giving us that smile when we needed it. We all know how much pain she endured, but we also are buoyed by the spirit of her love and faith in us despite the odds against her. She was there for us whenever we needed to talk, to get a hug, or to just be together. Whenever I had a problem, Mom would just listen knowing that was all I needed. Now we feel a great void with her gone, but I know she can still be here for us if we shut our eyes and remember that she is with us always. Mom, we are Longing for One More Day, Losing you it seems that time is stands still. What moves through us is a silence... a quiet sadness... A longing for one more day... one more word... one more touch... We may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we will begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget. They say "If tears could build a stairway and memories were a lane, we would walk right up to heaven and bring you back again”. We will see you again some day, in a heavenly place where there is no parting. A place where there is no pain or sorrow and no words that mean good-bye. It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn’t go alone, for part of us went with you the day God called you home. As we look upon your picture, sweet memories I do recall, a face so full of sunshine and a smile for one and all. Sweet Jesus, take this message, to our dear mother up above; Tell her how we miss her and give her all our love