June Ann Snyder

June Snyder lived her life for others. She loved deeply, gave far more than she ever asked for, and left every person she met just a little better for having known her.

June is reunited in heaven with her beloved husband, Earl, who adored her beyond measure, and her son Michael, who she loved more than she could ever put into words.

She is survived by her son David, her brother Eddie, her four cherished granddaughters, Megan, Sarah, Caitlyn, and Julianne, two amazing great grandchildren Daxton and Ryleigh, and a wide circle of family, friends, and neighbors who will hold her memory close in their hearts.

June was born in Fresno, California in the summer of 1942 to Edmond and Amelia Gusti. Edmond and Ameila came over from Italy, where they became a self-made farmers and landowners. Shortly after moving to Fresno, June lost her mother at 13, which shaped her into the woman she was until her last day - someone with quiet strength, resilience, and a deep care for others that stayed with her throughout her life.

After losing her mother, she chose to pursue a career in nursing, which quickly became not just a job but a calling. She spent much of her career working with Dr. Benjamin Packer, where she showed up every day with incredible attention to detail, a gentle heart, and a steady, reassuring way of caring for others. Patients and colleagues alike trusted her completely, because if June said she would do something, it was already as good as done.

In the 1960s, June met the love of her life, Earl, after she finally agreed to go on a date with him, despite her best efforts to turn him away. Thankfully, he did not give up. The two eloped to Reno and built a life full of devotion and laughter.

Together they raised two sons, Michael and David, who were the pride and joy of their lives. But if you asked June, her greatest joy came later, when she became “Grandma.”

June always hoped for granddaughters, and lucky enough for her she got four - Megan, Sarah, Caitlyn, and Julianne. They were her world. To them, she was everything, a second mother, a best friend, a chauffeur, a teacher, a listening ear, and their greatest supporter. She always showed up without fail, with lunch, with love, with advice, or with candy tucked in the middle compartment of her car. She never missed a birthday, a game, a milestone, or a chance to remind them how deeply they were loved.

She found joy in the simple things that made life feel full, her granddaughters and great grandchildren above all (though Christmas came very close second), Werther’s Original candies, Frank Sinatra, gossiping, church on Sundays, water polo games, and the quiet joy of keeping Earl smiling and occasionally on his toes.

She had a way of making life feel warmer just by being part of it. She never asked for much, but gave everything she had, and leaves behind a legacy of love that will continue to live on in all who knew her.