July 8, 1982 – September 4, 2026
Michael Vincent Malone, a beloved husband, son, brother, uncle and man of faith, lived a life rooted in love, family, and devotion. He leaves behind a family who loved him deeply and whose lives are forever enriched by his presence.
Michael was born in 1982 in Salt Lake City, Utah, to Bob and Diane Malone. He was a graduate of the Williston Northampton School in Easthampton, Massachusetts and continued his education at Saint Mary’s University in San Antonio, Texas. Michael earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from St. Mary’s University and then went on to enter the School of Law were he also earned a Doctor of Jurisprudence, Magna Cum Laude, in 2012. He was a member of the international legal honor society, Phi Delta Phi, and the John M. Harlan Society for distinguished law graduates. Michael later completed his Master of Laws (LLM) from St. Mary’s, where he was an adjunct professor of law; Michael was also an adjunct professor in St. Mary’s University’s graduate international relations department.
After completing his education, Michael established his own law practice in San Antonio, where he focused on probate, estate planning, guardianship and real estate and business law. Through his work, he had the privilege of guiding individuals and families through some of life’s most important decisions. He took great pride in the practice he built and, in the opportunity, to serve his clients with care and dedication.
While Michael built his professional life in San Antonio, his heart was never far from the family ranch in Sonora, Texas. To him, it was more than a place – it was home. It was where family gathered, where cherished memories were made, and where he found some of life’s greatest happiness.
Michael’s faith was a deeply important part of his life and who he was as a person. The beliefs instilled in him throughout his life shaped his values, his deep commitment to family, and the way he approached his relationships with kindness, integrity and love.
Above all, Michael treasured his family. He is survived by his wife Barbara; his parents, Bob and Diane Malone; his brother, Ryan Malone, and wife, Jennifer Malone; and his beloved niece and nephew, Ellie and Jack. He found great joy in being their uncle and especially treasured the time he spent with his family and those closest to him.
Michael will be remembered for his love he gave so freely to his family, the faith that anchored his life, and the pride he took in his profession. His life touched many, and those who knew and loved him will carry his memory with them always. His memory will forever be woven into the story and hearts of the Malone family.
There will be a Mass of Christian Burial on November 16th at St. Ann’s Catholic Church in Sonora. The mass will be followed by a graveside service and a celebration of Michael’s life.
Mike was a dear friend at school, and we lost touch years ago. But somehow knowing he was in the world, with his humor and his steadfast sense of self, was a comfort that I don’t think I realized how deeply I carried with me until reading of his passing. He taught me how to engage across differences, building a friendship, rooted in mutual respect, and a willingness to see the world through another person’s eyes. Sending so much love to his family and his community. Love you, Mike
Mike was a wonderful person and a great friend and a great Texan. My family being from Texas at Willy he was one of 2 friends who could relate with me on that level. He always had a kind word for everyone and was a true Christian in the purest sense of the word. He stood tall but only because he had to be tall to reach down to lift up others. Vaya Con Dios Muchacho. Love you buddy. ✝️
Last night I cried uncontrollably upon hearing of your passing. We had not spoken in many years, but time could not erase or dull the impact you had on my life. My Kerouac. You were so steadfast in your convictions and your love for discourse. We would spend hours and what seemed like days debating, sharing, ideating and writing our poetry, down the tracks to the old Kellogg Brush Company we would go. Your anecdotes come to me from time to time, just the other day I thought of your story of the Law of the Desert. We were in Northampton and you gave a panhandler your last $20, and upon asking why, you said that he clearly needed it more than you did today. Give when you can and hope to receive when you are in need. In a privileged world focused on helping us mold ourselves and grow into who we were meant to be, we were always learning from one another. We could never agree on much, but we would gladly argue our points until it was time to pack up and make our way back for check-in. You were a true friend, a brother when I needed one, and a soundboard so necessary in my adolescence and discovery of self. My faith was never as strong as yours, but I know you are somewhere still watching over those you love and left behind. You wouldn’t have it any other way.