ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Donald McPhee, 63 years old, born on November 25, 1939, and passed away on February 24, 2003. We will remember him forever.
Posted by Juanice OBrien on February 24, 2021
It was 18 years ago today you left for your journey home. Not a day has gone by that you were not thought about . Your smile, your love, your laugh and you weird sense of humor will remain in all of our hearts forever . RIP Don McPhee
Posted by Juanice OBrien on November 25, 2019
Happy Birthday In Heaven Don...You Are Forever Missed...Love Cookie
Posted by Juanice OBrien on February 21, 2019
A million times we've needed You. A million times we've cried.
If love alone could've saved you, you never would have died.
In life we loved you dearly. In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place, no one else will ever fill.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone.
Part of us went with you the day God took you home.

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Posted by Juanice OBrien on February 24, 2021
It was 18 years ago today you left for your journey home. Not a day has gone by that you were not thought about . Your smile, your love, your laugh and you weird sense of humor will remain in all of our hearts forever . RIP Don McPhee
Posted by Juanice OBrien on November 25, 2019
Happy Birthday In Heaven Don...You Are Forever Missed...Love Cookie
Posted by Juanice OBrien on February 21, 2019
A million times we've needed You. A million times we've cried.
If love alone could've saved you, you never would have died.
In life we loved you dearly. In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place, no one else will ever fill.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone.
Part of us went with you the day God took you home.
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The man who was my Father

Shared by Nichole Samborn on February 21, 2019

I loved my Pap so much. He was my father in every way. I never got a chance to tell him that. That is my biggest regret.


A hole was left in all of our hearts when he passed. A lot of us handled it differently. But I strive every day to live a life he would be proud of. 


My oldest Daughter was given the name Trinity, in honor of him and his catholic background. Oh what I would give to let my kids know him. His smile, his humor... I dream often that I am back in that house in Summerfield, waking for school to the sound of him clicking away at the keyboard on his computer, the smell of coffee filling the house. I can still hear him snoring while snoozing on the couch. 

I can’t believe it has been so long, When it hurts like it was just yesterday. I think of him every day, holding tight to the memories. I remember when he had the 2 door red Nissan, we were following a motorcycle that had sped past us, and just for giggles Pap activated the alarm system on his car. The biker thought he was being chased by cops and zoomed away. I’m fond of that memory, because his laughter is still so clear. 


I am thankful we have this to share with each other. I love you all.



Nichole Samborn (Parker)