A wise man once said "Just cover your head and hope for the best"
Many will measure the value of their lives by material
possessions, bank account balances, world travel, or other such
What most will never experience, in all of their years, is admiration, adoration, pride in their hard work, respect and perhaps most importantly, true love.
Phillip M Parnell was born in Bridgewater on November 1, 1953. It’s never felt like a coincidence to us that it was also All Saints Day. He was the oldest child and only boy, born to Morton and Vera (Whynot) Parnell, and the much loved "big bro" of Cheryl and Sandra. He was especially cherished by his paternal grandparents, Eunice and Percy Parnell. Born with a twinkle of mischief in his famous baby blue eyes, he was always ready to say something just right that made everyone laugh, and often got him in trouble.
He grew up in Hebbville and met his lifelong love, Dallas Parnell (Frauzel), at Hebbville High School. The two were inseparable from ages 15 and 16, married in 1974, celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary last Friday, and remained together until the day he left this earth. Together they not only overcame obstacles and all of life’s many challenges, but they built the type of legacy that few will ever achieve. To be in the presence of Dallas and Phillip, was to see a full life, well-lived. A life that included ups and downs, hilarious moments, sadness, fun times, epic battles (that we’ll laugh about for years to come), and a real-life love story. A young marriage became a family with the birth of their first daughter, Belinda Jill, in 1978 and the family was almost complete in 1981 when their youngest daughter, Lindsey Joan, was born. There was never, nor will there ever be, a stronger and more solid family. Phillip was a very loving father to both girls (which admittedly, was not always easy), and a doting husband to his wife. Together, the three women turned an already kind man, into a sensitive and gentle giant, in plenty of time for the apple of his eye to arrive. His granddaughter, Rowan Dallas Joan, was born in 2006, and she became his most prized possession. As much as he loved his girls and his wife, Rowan truly had him wrapped around her tiny finger. And in her eyes, Grandpa turned the sun on in the morning and made all the stars shine at night. He was also a fantastic dog/cat dad to their boxer, Sylvie, and cat, Kevin, who will miss Dada very much.
Phillip moved quietly and unassuming through this life, and if you weren’t fortunate enough to be part of his world, you may not have realized what a unique and spectacular man he was. He was a very hard worker who took pride in all that he did. Always up before the sun, he would have 2 coffees and half a days work done by the time most people opened their eyes. He spent the majority of his working life in heavy equipment and construction, and was well known as an expert at what he did. In recent years, he moved on to join Mike Eisan at South Shore Crematorium, again quickly earning respect and a reputation for being a valued employee, while also gaining a life-long friend in Mike. If he couldn’t do it right, he wouldn’t do it at all. Those closest to him will remember hearing "Ain’t too much I can’t do" followed by a chuckle and "that" grin. Again, for those who didn’t know him, it was true. He was the best at everything he did.
Phillip is survived by his wife, Dallas Joan (Frauzel), his daughters Belinda (Peter) Varteresian, Bedford, Lindsey Parnell (Mike Stray), Bridgewater, his Granddaughter, Rowan Parnell, Bridgewater,and step grandchildren Marcus and Brandon Varteresian, Bedford, Katelyne Stray, England, and Rowan Stray, Halifax. His sister Cheryl (Parnell) Emino, Bridgewater, several brothers-in-law, one special sister-in-law, and many nieces and nephews.
He was predeceased by his mom and dad, Morton and Vera Parnell, youngest sister Sandra Lee Parnell, brothers-in-law Kenneth Emino and Wendell Frauzel, and father and mother-in-law Capt. And Mrs. Roderick and Joan Frauzel.
To mention all of the people that were important to him, or to list all of the people’s lives that he touched, in ways both big and small, would take an infinite amount of space. But each and every one of you will continue to feel his presence in some way, as little pieces of him will live on in all of us. We will feel you with us forever. In the warmth of the summer sun, the breeze blowing in the trees, the smell of the fresh cut grass, the chilly fall mornings and the first snow of winter.
Our family will never forget the kindness, love and support of several important people that made this last year a little bit less terrible, although you are far too many to name. Special brothers Dana Frauzel and Berkeley Frauzel, nephew, Kerry Emino, who took over as the handyman in our house, kind friends David Mailman, Mike Eisan, and Patrick Sweeney. Dr. Scott Livingstone (Superhero), the nurses on the surgical floor of the QEII, the fantastic volunteer members of The Rose Fund, Palliative Care of Lun.Co.(specifically Kim Berkely and Dr. Gowen), VON, and the kindest doctor on the South Shore, Dr. Carmen O’Neill. (several times, in the last year, we heard "No one can make me feel better than she can" So, thank you, for every single time you put his mind at ease). In lieu of flowers, please honour Phillip, with donations in his memory, to any of the following charities: The Rose Fund (a non-profit, helping local families dealing with cancer C/O Maxine Himmelman), Craig’s Cause Pancreatic Cancer Society, or any charity that betters the lives of animals. Cremation has taken place and we welcome anyone that loved Phillip to join us for visitation on Friday June 14th from 2-4 and 7-9pm in R.A. Corkum Funeral Home, Wileville. A celebration of Phillips life for close family and friends will be held at his home on Saturday June 15h at 2:00pm. On-line condolences may be made by visiting www.corkumfuneralhome.ca
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go." ~ Jamie Anderson