Sharon Hope was the daughter of Charles Walter McVey (1930-1982) and Sarah Nadean Hamrick (1932-1967). On June 11, 1965, she married William Ferrel Southern who was the son of Francis Ferrel Southern (1919-1989) and Hazel Lee Poe (1918-2003). At the time of the wedding, Sharon Hope was three days shy of her 15th birthday. Less than a year later, on May 28, 1966, Rush Ann Southern (1966-2003), their first child was born. The next year their son was born. Eventually they divorced and Sharon Hope married Neil A Franklin who fathered her third child, a daughter.
At 6o years of age, Sharon Hope died in Colorodo Springs, Colorodo. Despite suffering with chronic illness, she maintained her love for art and writing. She was preceded in death by her parents, her daughter, Rush Ann "Bambi" Southern Brearley (1966-2003), and her husband, John Emil Stang (1951 – 2007).
Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.
Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
Especially when we're alone.
Sometimes people just can't understand,
Why things get out of hand.
Sometimes life just isn't fair,
Especially when people just don't care.
And sometimes it's hard to say,
Why things have to be this way.
Sometimes it's all you can do to get by,
Especially when dreams continue to die.
Sometimes it's nice to sit in the rain.
Even to just relieve the pain.
And when we've had a really bad day,
Sometimes we just need to get away.
We never know what's wrong with out pain.
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.
And sometimes when people get hurt,
Even the strongest ones may need comfort.
At 6o years of age, Sharon Hope died in Colorodo Springs, Colorodo. Despite suffering with chronic illness, she maintained her love for art and writing. She was preceded in death by her parents, her daughter, Rush Ann "Bambi" Southern Brearley (1966-2003), and her husband, John Emil Stang (1951 – 2007).
Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.
Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
Especially when we're alone.
Sometimes people just can't understand,
Why things get out of hand.
Sometimes life just isn't fair,
Especially when people just don't care.
And sometimes it's hard to say,
Why things have to be this way.
Sometimes it's all you can do to get by,
Especially when dreams continue to die.
Sometimes it's nice to sit in the rain.
Even to just relieve the pain.
And when we've had a really bad day,
Sometimes we just need to get away.
We never know what's wrong with out pain.
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.
And sometimes when people get hurt,
Even the strongest ones may need comfort.
Sharon Hope was the daughter of Charles Walter McVey (1930-1982) and Sarah Nadean Hamrick (1932-1967). On June 11, 1965, she married William Ferrel Southern who was the son of Francis Ferrel Southern (1919-1989) and Hazel Lee Poe (1918-2003). At the time of the wedding, Sharon Hope was three days shy of her 15th birthday. Less than a year later, on May 28, 1966, Rush Ann Southern (1966-2003), their first child was born. The next year their son was born. Eventually they divorced and Sharon Hope married Neil A Franklin who fathered her third child, a daughter.
At 6o years of age, Sharon Hope died in Colorodo Springs, Colorodo. Despite suffering with chronic illness, she maintained her love for art and writing. She was preceded in death by her parents, her daughter, Rush Ann "Bambi" Southern Brearley (1966-2003), and her husband, John Emil Stang (1951 – 2007).
Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.
Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
Especially when we're alone.
Sometimes people just can't understand,
Why things get out of hand.
Sometimes life just isn't fair,
Especially when people just don't care.
And sometimes it's hard to say,
Why things have to be this way.
Sometimes it's all you can do to get by,
Especially when dreams continue to die.
Sometimes it's nice to sit in the rain.
Even to just relieve the pain.
And when we've had a really bad day,
Sometimes we just need to get away.
We never know what's wrong with out pain.
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.
And sometimes when people get hurt,
Even the strongest ones may need comfort.
At 6o years of age, Sharon Hope died in Colorodo Springs, Colorodo. Despite suffering with chronic illness, she maintained her love for art and writing. She was preceded in death by her parents, her daughter, Rush Ann "Bambi" Southern Brearley (1966-2003), and her husband, John Emil Stang (1951 – 2007).
Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.
Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
Especially when we're alone.
Sometimes people just can't understand,
Why things get out of hand.
Sometimes life just isn't fair,
Especially when people just don't care.
And sometimes it's hard to say,
Why things have to be this way.
Sometimes it's all you can do to get by,
Especially when dreams continue to die.
Sometimes it's nice to sit in the rain.
Even to just relieve the pain.
And when we've had a really bad day,
Sometimes we just need to get away.
We never know what's wrong with out pain.
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.
And sometimes when people get hurt,
Even the strongest ones may need comfort.
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