- 73 years old
- Date of birth: Aug 26, 1942
- Date of passing: Apr 24, 2016
|Let the memory of SHEARY be with us forever|
SHEARY BYINGTON, born on August 26, 1942 and passed away on April 24, 2016.
Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Sister and HUGE animal lover!
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"Happy Birthday Mommy.
I love you"
"Who was Sheary to me?
She was my dear friend...
She was like a mom to me...
She was a grandmother to my daughter...
A mother-in-law to my husband...
She filled a spot in our lives that nobody can ever possibly fill!
She was so silly, sassy and fun to be around!
We love you Gram, to the moon and back!!!
How it all began...
I had a friend, who had a cousin, who had a friend, her name is Stacey.
Stacey and I became fast friends, I quickly became part of the family. Within months I was having a great time with them on vacation at Lake Shasta. I celebrated my 14th birthday with them on that trip. I turned 50 this year and this is the first birthday in 36 years that Sheary wasn't helping me celebrate in some way.
Sheary was like a mom to me, she filled a spot in my life that was lacking. She loved me unconditionally, just like a mother would. I wasn't always the easiest to love at times but she loved me anyway.
When I look back, she was there for all of the important moments of my life...
She saw me off to more than one prom, talked me into trying out for the swim team (that didn't work out so great, clearly I am not swim team material), she was there with roses in hand for graduation, she encouraged me to take the cosmetology program at school (this was a much better plan than the swim team), she helped me plan my wedding and even though she couldn't be there for the birth of my daughter, she was the first person Brian called 2 minutes after her birth. She was always there for me, I always knew that no matter what, I could call on her for anything and I do mean anything.
There is a huge hole in my life that I must fill with memories...
I feel very blessed to have so many great memories but feel devastated that there are no more to be made. So with that being said, I will hang onto the promise that I will see her again in heaven."
"Happy birthday Sheary. We miss you. Have been wearing the shirt with zeus's portrait that you so lovingly painted on it."
"Sheary was a great cousin and person to be with. She was 8 years older than me and is the source of some of my most memorable childhood memories. I got to wear her "hand me downs" and, believe me, I thought I was something! I was allowed to be one of Stacey's first babysitters and enjoyed 2 or 3 trips to Tahoe in that capacity. I never learned how to water-ski though! But I did have my first ride in a Corvet!
However, it didn't matter what I did with her, it was always fun - eating ice-cream, going to the pie place, riding in the car. She was just a fun person to be with. She was also a great friend and support to my sister who died young of cancer. She painted a wonderful protrait of our brother David when he died at 42. She visited our Mom (her Aunt Eva) everytime she came to Oakdale.
Here's a poem by Robert Frost that corresponds well to the Sheary I knew:
WHAT FIFTY SAID
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I sufferred like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now I am old my teachers are the young.
What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I go to school to youth to learn the future.
Sheary loved the young and always made them feel comfortable and important. That's how I'll remember her."
"Sheary brought light to all she touched, loved life and all those in her life. You are missed by so many, and will be remembered always. Frolic with the angels, Sheary, and we will meet again."
"Remembering Sheary, Mom's BFF
I remember beach days, the coconut scent of sun-tan lotion and boating on a crystal-blue lake. My first time water-skiing behind a sparkly green speed-boat. The bright orange wood water-skis left behind as I learned how important it is to let go of the rope. It was then that I decided to prefer riding on water in its frozen state. For me, Sheary represents the good'ole days of California sunshine, of which many more are still to come...She was creative, crafty, artistic and quick to give. My knitted tan pot-holders bear testament to her many talents. Sheary you will be missed and I look forward to the days when we can all boat again. Only this time I'm just goin' along for the ride!"
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