Birth date: May 22, 1948 Death date: Oct 21, 2009
Sharon Vaughn was a beloved wife, mother, sister, aunt & friend. She was born on May 22, 1948, in Denton, TX, and died on Wednesday, October 21, 2009, from a brief battle with cancer with her family at her side. Sharon is survived Read Obituary
What can I say about Sharon? She was wonderful: caring, compassionate, intelligent, and (most of all) she had a GREAT sense of humor (with a laugh to match). She was like a second mom to both of my children, and we all love her (and her family) very much. I think sometimes God puts an angel here on earth amongst the rest of us humans to show us how we should lead our lives. What an example she has been for us. My thoughts and prayers are with the Vaughn family.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the Vaughn family. I pray you find comfort and peace in knowing Sharon is in a better place. 'The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.' Psalm 34:18
I will always remember Sharon as happy, friendly and loving.
My Condolences to the whole family. My prayers and Thoughts are with all of you at this very diffilt time.
"I remember Sharon as a loveing mother & a very happy & careing person"
"Iam so sorry for your lose" "my condolences to your whole family and prayers of comfort through this dificult time"
Sharon was always such an incredibly kind woman that reached out to anyone who needed her love. It was an honor to have known her. God rest her soul with the angels.
Shron was a good friend to our daughter Rachael. When Rachael needed a friend. Rachael called her, her second mum. We are grateful foe all the love she has given to our daughter over the years. And will be missed by all who new her.I will remember her smile, & when I last saw her she was playing with our grandson Silas. She loved children. Our Deepest Sympathy to the Vaughn Family
Waiting is terrible. And yet I know That I have waited many times before. In vanity and hopelessness I go From dark to darker and to darkest door. And yet there is a difference. For I hear Another voice, still faint, perhaps, that sings An ancient melody. The cries of fear Are slightly softened by the stir of wings. Maybe there is an end to waiting. He Who promised to return may yet arise From what appeared as death. He still may be What never was begun and never dies. Perhaps there was a time, so long ago It is not half remembered, when I fled, Too soon to see the fearful shadows go, And look upon the living, not the dead. Let me not lose the tiny spark of trust That sprang to sudden life so lately born. Perhaps the living never fell to dust. Perhaps there never was a need to mourn. Let me remember. For it may yet be It was not as I thought. The dying rose, And maybe, in my haste, I did not see A circle not begun needs not to close.
