Sheila Ann Sprague (Mortimer)

In Loving Memory of Sheila Ann Sprague (Mortimer)

September 29, 1963 – January 23, 2026

The Obituary

Sheila Ann Sprague (Mortimer), age 62, passed away in her home on Friday, January 23, 2026, following her courageous five-year battle with cancer.

Sheila leaves behind a lifetime of stories, a trail of laughter, and several unanswered questions about where she put her keys. Born on September 29, 1963, Sheila spent her life doing things her own way—which was usually the “fun way” and occasionally the “why would you do it that way?” way.

She possessed a sharp wit, a generous heart, and a singular talent for making ordinary moments memorable, whether she meant to or not. Sheila was defined by a few unmistakable traits: her vibrant sense of humor, her famous stubborn streak, and an immense love for her children and grandchildren. She found joy in the simple things—cooking, her beloved animals, a perfectly timed bit of sarcasm, long road trips, and the quiet ritual of enjoying a cup of coffee with a friend in the morning.

Known for offering advice nobody asked for, laughing at the most inappropriate times, and telling stories that always took the scenic route, Sheila was the life of every gathering. If there was fun to be had or rules to be bent, she was probably already there, leading the charge.

Sheila loved deeply and is loved deeply in return. Her absence leaves a void that can only be filled by the countless memories she created. Until we meet again.

Sheila is survived by her boys:

John Mortimer(Amanda), Mike Mortimer (Crystal), Hadley Mortimer (Stacy) and grandkids, Sydnee, Dylan, Nathan, Bodee, MaCrae, Maybree, Everly, Oaklynn, Tayen, Cruz, Ava, Isabelle, Gracie, Caine, and Tristan. Sisters Becky (Shane) Love, Tawnya Sprague, Jackie McCulloch, six neices and nephews. They were all the love of her life. We will miss her everyday and continue to quote her sometimes accurately. 

Sheila would want to be remembered not with long faces but with shared stories, laughter and a raised glass. 

In her honor do something that makes you smile, say what you really mean and don’t sweat the small stuff. She sure didn’t, she would say “stop being dramatic and get over it” 

Proceeding her in death, her mother Sue Moyer, father Bernard Sprague, brother Darwin Sprague, sisters Linda Sprague, Brenda Sprague, niece Lana Nelson. 

A Final Note

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!'”