William-Murphy-Obituary

William A. Murphy Jr.

Mentor, Ohio

1933 - 2019

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William A. Murphy Jr., 85, of Mentor, formerly of Grosse Pointe Park, Michigan, died unexpectedly Tuesday, June 4, 2019 at Hillcrest Hospital, surrounded by his most loving family. He was born June 14, 1933 in Pittsburgh, PA. Bill graduated from Central Catholic High School and attended Duquesne...

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To the family, you have my sincere condolences. When someone falls asleep in death (Ecclesiastes 9: 5,10) the memories we have of them become our most precious treasure. May those memories comfort you as well as Gods promise at John 6:40.

We always remember his cheerfulness, kindness and faithfulness as we volunteered together in Adult Education at St. Ambrose Church. He was also there providing coffee for us all. We remember his gracious wife, Dinah, and their two daughters who were our neighbors on Westchester Rd. We still miss his presence.

Knew Mr. Bill from MOL Giant Eagle.

We will always remember Bill's smile, cheerfulness, quick wit and energetic readiness to lend a hand. Yet he could be the calm in the storm. They were his gift to whomever he was with and wherever he went, especially to the Catholic Community of St. Bede in Mentor.

Our sympathy goes out to Dinah and his family. May God comfort you with his Love and Peace.

While we all will miss Bill's caring presence, his loving spirit will always be there showing us the way to living a...

Prayers and condolences to the Murphy family. Bill was a true gentleman and loved by so many. He will be missed by his St.Bede family. He was a true Christian friend and will be deeply missed but never forgotten. I was blessed to have his friendship.

Rest In Peace, Mr. Bill.

Bill was our beloved neighbor and we will miss him very much! He was an incredibly kind man who was all about helping others. He did the "little" big thoughtful things, like delivering all of his neighbors' empty trash cans to their doors after the garbage collectors came. My last memory of Bill was two days before he went to the hospital. It was a very windy, rainy morning, but there was Bill, struggling to hang on to his umbrella with one hand and trying to drag our garbage can up our...