Betty A. Murphy

To the Murphy Family, Your Mom was a Dear sweet Lady I will truly miss her. May She Rest In Peace Sincerely Jackie Dudek

Aunt Betty, We will all miss your soft voice, loving heart, and ever-present grace. So many fond memories with you and Uncle Philip and our entire family. I can still taste the Sunday table with you and all of our cousins; it may have been cold outside but our hearts were made warm by your smile. Our deepest sympathies and condolences to Philip, Elizabeth, Margaret, Richard, Rosemary, and the entire extended Murphy family. "To live in hearts we leave behind is to live forever." All of...

Sending my condolences to all of Aunt Bettys family. My mom (Grace) thought of her as a sister. May you be blessed with beautiful memories of your mom and may they bring you comfort. Take care. Marianne Vagnone Oursler

To Father Murphy and family,my sincere condolences as your mother was a longtime friend of my mother.

Dear Family of Betty Murphy I am truly sorry to learn of Betty's passing. I remember Betty from our days at Rogers school, along with her cousin Grace Franchina Vagnone.Betty was always smiling when ever I would come in contact with her. May she rest in peace. My sincere thoughts Rosemarie Marrucco Blosio

Dear Fr. Murphy, Liz, Margaret, Rosemary and Phil and family. I was truly saddened when I heard that your mom passed, but at the same time I am happy that she is no doubt in Heaven and is experiencing great joy with being with our Lord and Savior, not to mention with the glorious reunion she is having with your dad and all her loved ones. I think anyone who knew your mom loved her because she was very kind and gracious. I pray that God will ease your sorrow very soon. Your mom and all of...

Sincere sympathy to Mrs. Murphy's survivors especially Father Richard Murphy formerly from St. Cecilia Church in Stamford, CT. She left a lovely legacy. May she rest in peace.

Oh, my goodness. What memories Betty's obituarytreet brought back to me. I grew up on Raymond Street and remember her watching all of us play. We lived at the end of the street so it was our own little Italian conclave. I will never forget her and even today think of her often.