Sharon Seville Moore

Sharon Seville Moore, age 84, passed away on March 23, 2024. She was born in Deming, New Mexico, on June 23, 1939, to Brownie and Pearl Moore.

Sharon is survived by her daughter, Michelle Nelson, her sons, Michael and Gary Strasia, grandsons, Bryan Roer, Dylan Nelson, granddaughters, Jynene and Sarah Roer great-granddaughters, Caudilina Roer, Autumn Roer, Scout Roer, Alex Roer and her great-grandsons, Eli and Jace Roer. 

Sharon loved nature and all things health-related. Natural healing and the power of prayer were a big part of Sharon's life. Plants and antiques were Sharon's happy place. Sharon loved all of her family, poetry, art, and gardening. Sharon had a green thumb and could make anything grow. Sharon loved reading and lifelong learning and was a forerunner in health and nutrition. 

In addition to her passion of self and spiritual knowledge, Sharon was a writer and reporter in various stages of her precious life. She attended Deming High School, which she graduated from in 1956 then went on to attend the University of New Mexico. 

A limb has fallen from the family tree. I keep hearing a voice that says "grieve not for me." Remember the best times the laughter, the song. The good life I live while I was strong continue my heritage, I'm counting on you. Keep smiling and surely, the sun will shine through. My mind is at ease. My Soul is at rest. Remembering all, how I truly was blessed. Continue traditions, no matter how small. Go on with your life, don't worry about falls. I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin. Until the day comes, we're together again. 

                                        The Rainbow, by William Wordsworth:

                                            My heart leaps up when I behold

                                        A rainbow in the sky:

                                             So was it when my life began;

                                                  So is it now I am a man; 

                                             So be it when I shall grow old,

                                                                                       Or let me die! 

                                              The child is father of the Man; 

                                                I could wish my days to be 

                                          Bound each to each by natural piety.