Mary B MacPherson

Mary was born in Muskogee, OK, on April 23, 1914. She resided there until moving in the mid-1940s to Colorado Springs, CO, with her husband, Ken Crosby, where they resided until Ken passed away. In addition to enjoying time and social gatherings with their many friends in Colorado Springs, Mary and Ken greatly enriched the lives of all those they touched.

Mary was highly valued as an executive secretary at Holly Sugar Corporation, headquartered in Colorado Springs, where she worked until her retirement. She met Lindsay “Mac” MacPherson while working at Holly Sugar. They were married in Muskogee, OK, in 1972 and shared many joyful years together, including trips to destinations near and far. Although Mary always cherished her Oklahoma roots and upbringing, and she and Mac felt at home during their years in Colorado, they were happy to bid good-bye to the cold and snow with their relocation to Arizona. They formed wonderful friendships after moving to the Phoenix area, first to Sun Lakes and then to Chandler. Mac passed away in 1999.

Mary was an avid bridge player and thoroughly enjoyed traveling. She was an accomplished cook who appreciated good food and enjoyed parties and other social events, and she loved gardenias and Ford Thunderbirds. She relished sports and was an enthusiastic fan of Arizona's professional baseball, basketball, and football teams.

Mary was predeceased by her husband, Mac and by her sister, Helen Bender McEntee, and brother, William Bender. She is survived by her nieces, Barbara Husbands, Parker, CO, and Mary Neeman, Tulsa, OK, and a nephew, Bill McEntee, Tulsa, OK. Mary leaves several cousins, second nieces and nephews, a goddaughter, Susie Pelican, and Mac's goddaughters, Lynn Guidiboni and Becky Mehrer. Her family would like to extend deepest thanks to Mary's dear friend and traveling companion, Irene Poindexter, and Irene's son, Henry, who have provided extraordinary care, allowing Mary to live in the home she shared with Irene and to celebrate her 100th birthday last April. Special thanks to Scott, who was her minister, and the other staff at Reflections Hospice for their outstanding care of Mary during the last few months of her life.

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 plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,

Go to the friends we know,

And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds,

Miss me . . . but let me go.