June Sartor

1931 - 2018

June Gloria Sartor

August 1, 1931 - August 1, 2018

June Gloria Sartor passed away peacefully, August 1, 2018 on her 87th birthday at her home in Millbrae, CA after a courageous 10 year battle with Lymphoma. Born in San Francisco, she was a resident of Millbrae since 1964.

June's vibrant personality was one of her greatest assets, she loved meeting new people and made many life-long friends. Her passion for travel took her to many places with friends as her traveling companions and she created many unforgettable memories.

For many years she worked as a docent at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, it was the perfect job for her and she loved it. Monterey held a special place in June's heart, it was where she had a home and would spend much of her time.

She played tennis for many years with the Millbrae Tennis Club.

She is survived by her husband Edward, her son Andre (Lisa) and daughter Michelle.

June also leaves behind her beloved best friend and confidant June Athanacio. The "two June's" grew up together since kindergarten and even though they were not related, they were closer than two sisters could ever be.

We are grateful for and want to thank the caregivers and staff from Senior Assist of the Peninsula, especially her daily caregiver Terry Knudsen. To the wonderful and amazing staff of Mission Hospice we thank you for everything you did to make mom comfortable in her final days.

The family wishes for donations in June's memory be made to Mission Hospice, 1670 So. Amphlett Blvd, #300, San Mateo CA 94402.


"The Road Not Taken" – by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.