Gordon-MacPhail-Obituary

Gordon Francis MacPhail

Bay City, Michigan

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MacPhail, Gordon Francis Essexville, Michigan Gordon F. MacPhail, age 76 years, died September 14, 2006 surrounded by his family at Brian's House-Bay after a brief illness. He enjoyed his family, his friends and his life. He was born in Detroit on April 15, 1930 to the late William Malcolm and...

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I am so sorry for your loss our thoughts are with you and your family

We offer our deepest sympathies and may God bless Gordon and your family.

To all of the Mac Phail Family

Your DAD was awesome dude and a good friend. I grow up in that cool little town in the 60 & 70 with your son Scott, which is still a great friend that I can call my brother. I remember my times growing up around your family and how you treated me and my two other Brothers (Ben & Alex. ) I know that our lord has a super plan for you like he did for you here on this good earth. One time that will always stay in my heart and mind, is sometime in the late...

Lois and Family,
We were recalling good memories of our Friend Gordon, and the message he has left for all of us. I found it very special how he was able to instill common courtesy messages to the folks at Food of Faith. He treated them all as equals, and that was what attracted me to this ministry.
We decided that upon his entry into heaven on Thurs. that Gordon ordered himself a good gin martini, probably then started organizing things, and then sat down at the Table of The...

Hello from Avon Park, Fl.
Lois and family Iris and I keep in touch with our Bay City folks one way by checking the Obits in the Times. My thoughts are that Gordon's purpose has been fulfilled as per the Lord's calling and now he has returned to the hands of our Loving Lord for eternity. May the Holy Spirit bring comfort to all your family and the Westminster folks as they will all miss his hands and voice in the Lords working in our world.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.