Phillips, Cecilia Ann – 78, Millbrook First Nation. It is with heavy hearts we say goodbye to our much-loved mother Cecilia. Born in Truro, she was the oldest daughter of the late Andrew and Irene (Cope) Paul. Cecilia worked a lot of years doing different jobs but the one she loved the most was raising her children and anyone else that came into her life and home. Cecilia was a loving mother, sister, aunt, grandmother and great-grandmother who would welcome people into her home especially for Sunday dinners. Cecilia’s favorite time was being surrounded with her entire family.
She is survived by sons Albert and Edward Phillips both of Millbrook; daughters Margaret Phillips and Sheila Phillips (Peter Barlow) both of Millbrook; grandchildren Francine, Mary Jane, Maggie, Andy, Ethan, Keely, Sueann, Robbie, Zack, Lynn, Irene, Emily, Frances; great-grandchildren Kaitlyn, Corey, Baylen, Harlen, Tiara, Miley; sister Evelyn Paul of Millbrook.
She was predeceased by her sons Francis and George Phillips; grandson Gilbert Phillips; great-grandson Riley Kellock; sisters Marie Magwood, Phyllis Croucher; step-daughter Bernadette O’Brien;
Visitation will take place on Saturday after 2 pm at Cecilia’s family home, 878 Willow Street, Truro until funeral service on Monday at 11:00 am in Sacred Heart Roman Catholic Church, Millbrook. Father Dariusz Miskovic will officiate with burial to follow in the Sacred Heart Roman Catholic Church Cemetery, Millbrook followed by a Salite. Donations in Cecilia’s memory may be made to the S.P.C.A. Private messages of condolence may be sent to the family by viewing Cecelia’s obituary on-line and selecting “Send A Condolence” at: www.mattatallvarnerfh.com

God looked around his garden
And found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest,
God’s garden must be beautiful.
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw that the road was getting rough
And the hills are hard to climb,
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, “ Peace be thine”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.