Donna Aleta Morey

November 29, 1941June 8, 2019

Donna Aleta Morey, 77 of Shoreline WA passed away Saturday, June 8th, 2019. We know she has found peace joining her husband Keith Morey, who passed in 2007. Donna was born November 29th, 1941 in Portland Maine. She met her husband Keith Wayne Morey in Florida and they were married in June 1959. Donna traveled the USA with her husband and family as Keith was in the Navy and was stationed in New York, Pennsylvania, Louisianna, Washington. Donna's fondest memories were of her childhood in Maine. Donna was artistic, taught herself to oil paint, play the guitar and piano and was an avid reader, writer and gardener. She was the mother of three children, proud grandmother of five and great grandmother of four. Donna loved babies and small children. Donna was especially close to her brother Rusty and her sister Robin with whom she kept in close contact. Donna was preceded in death by her loving husband Keith Morey and her parents Russell Jordan and Phyllis Jordan as well as her brother Raymond Jordan. Donna's surviving family members are her daughter Elizabeth Jann (Todd), son Keith Morey (Robin) and daughter Cynthia Rodenbough (Benjamin), her grandson, Christopher Morey (Ashley), grandson Philip Rodenbough, granddaughter Chelsea Jann (Nathan), grandson William Rodenbough and grand daughter Gabrielle Jann. Donna also has four great grand children, Jacob, Alexandra, Emmanuel and Penelope. Also surviving are her siblings, Gerald Jordan, Jacklyn Jordan, Rusty Jordan and Robin Woods. Donna's quick laugh and bursts of song will be missed. She was quick witted and able to joke easily and was a graceful ice skater. Donna was especially fond of the poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. May Donna rest in peace with God and loved ones in heaven.


“Nature” (1878)

As a fond mother, when the day is o’er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


  • Reception/Visitation Tuesday, June 18, 2019
  • Graveside Service Tuesday, June 18, 2019


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Philip Rodenbough

June 15, 2019

When I was living in Cairo, a year and a half ago, I made a new friend who was a music teacher. He had an old house full of all sorts of musical things, including a piano. I hadn't played in years, but I was surprised at how quickly it came back to me, and how joyful it was to play, side by side sight-reading a duet. It was of course my grandmother who had first got me piano lessons. It was her idea and at her urging that I studied music at such a young age. I remember her at my little recital. I remember as a silly primary school student playing an impromptu Greensleeves at the funeral for my grandmother's mother. I remember in college paying my grandmother a visit for Mother's day and surprising her with a rendition of Chopin's Minute Waltz on her living room piano, and how happy it had made her. And now, half a world away, I remember what a beautiful and lifelong gift my grandmother gave me. Thank you Nan. I love you and will miss you.