Judith Phillips

Obituary of Judith Anne Phillips

In Memory of Judith (Judy) Anne Phillips, age 72 of Halifax, Nova Scotia, passed away at home peacefully on May 16, 2023 of natural causes. Born on July 13, 1950 in North Sydney, Nova Scotia. She was the daughter of Jack and Margaret (Dove) MacDonald of North Sydney, Nova Scotia.

Judy was one of 13 children. She had 7 brothers and 5 sisters. Judy was married to Eric William Phillips, who passed away on May 12, 2001.

Judy was a very loving and giving woman, friend and mother. She was a lover of dogs. She enjoyed playing her bingo and she loved spending time with her family and friends.  The time she spent with her great grandchildren brought a beautiful smile to both her and their faces. Judy was a lover of life and was very passionate about everything she did or was involved in.   

She is survived by children, Charles Edward Cooper (49), Halifax; Rosemarie Anne Misner (48), Edmonton, Alberta; George William Paul Owen Phillips (45), Halifax; grandchildren, Paul Misener, Matthew Misener, Brendan MacRae, Mellissa Misener, Justice Burke, Kielee Burke, Karrah Phillips, Tonja Landry, Erica Billard, and Rena Billard; great grandchildren, Lily King, Rylan Misener, Lester (LJ) Burke, Dax Burke, Ethan Phillips, Amelia Fleck, Logan Fleck, Mikko Misener.

The service will be held Sunday, May 21 ,2023 at 1 p.m. in the J. Albert Walker Funeral Home, 149 Herring Cove Road, Halifax, NS B3P 1K6. For more information phone 902-477-5601.

Memorial donations in Judy’s memory may be made to the Canadian Cancer Society or the Heart and Stroke Foundation.

There will be a get together to celebrate her life after the service, weather permitting at 163 Ketch Harbour Road.

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Warm Cup of Coffee on a Cold Day

For the mom who always had the right words.



Yesterday, I woke up and something was missing,

And though I thought about it,

I could not quite place what it was.

The toaster was there, and the coffee maker,

And the stove and the old oven gloves.

Then I realized the problem was bigger

Than my bedroom or kitchen or chair.

I was missing my mother, our mother, beloved,

Who was suddenly no longer there.

So I sat and I mulled it all over,

If she were here what would she say,

And just thinking of her warmed me up inside,

Like hot coffee on a cold winter’s day.

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