HENLAWSON, W.Va. — Phyllis Jean Canterbury, 69, of Henlawson, entered into Heaven Sunday, December 2, 2012, with her family at her bedside at Logan Regional Medical Center.
Born August 20, 1943, in Earling, she was a daughter of the late Sherman and Nora Dempsey Crosby. Also preceding her in death were four sisters, Nancy King, Robin White, Kathy Shook and Colleen Pittman, and two brothers, Bing Crosby and Ernie McNeely.
Phyllis was a member of the Church of Christ at Yuma and enjoyed spending time with her Pride family, children and grandchildren.
Those left to cherish her memory include her husband, Emil Canterbury; one daughter, Sherry (Frank) Curry; four sons, Michael Canterbury, Patrick (Jackie) Canterbury, Mark (Dawn) Canterbury and Chris (April) Canterbury; Brian Perry who was like a son; one sister, Donna (Eddie) Gross; two brothers, Danny (Sheila) McNeely and David McNeely; eight grandchildren, Jonathan Curry, MaRanda (Chris) Jones, Valarie (Don) Chenier, Blake Canterbury, Jordan Canterbury, Matthew Canterbury, Hailey Canterbury and Noah Canterbury; two great-grandchildren, Kelsie Cohan and Dalton Chenier; her five best friends, Carol Adkins, Nay Perry, Mamie Blevins, Lou Goldrick and Shirley Canterbury; her church family and a host of nieces and nephews.
Services will be held at 1 p.m. Wednesday, December 5, at Freeman Funeral Home with Dennie and Cliff Collins officiating. Burial will follow at Forest Lawn Cemetery at Pecks Mill.
Visitation will be from noon-1 p.m. Wednesday at the funeral home.
Pallbearers will be family and friends.
Freeman Funeral Home of Chapmanville is in charge of the arrangements.
Miss Me… But Let Me Go…
When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little….but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me… but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends that we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me…but let me go.