Angie Mills McDonald

Angie Mills McDonald passed away February 10, 2015 after a long battle of cancer. Angie was born August 22, 1947 in Gunnison, Utah. Her parents are Angie Myrle Nielsen (deceased) and Orval Lue Mills. Angie married her husband, Merrill Ray McDonald, on August 29 1970 in West Valley, Utah. Angie is the mother of four children: daughter Kaye McDonald Duggan (Stephen), daughter Jolynn (DarRell) Payne, son Ray Alan McDonald (Heidi), and daughter Brandy (Drew) Johnson. Angie is the grandmother of sixteen grandchildren and is the oldest of six siblings. A graveside service will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday, February 17, at the Tooele City Cemetery. Services entrusted with Didericksen Memorial, 435-277-0050.

5 comments:

Vanessa Park said...

Aunt Angie will be missed, she was an amazing woman. Love the Park's

Kara Shuemaker said...

We will miss your big, beautiful smile and your contagious desire to serve others. You were an amazing woman whom will be dearly missed. We will miss the love you had for others and the commpassion that you so willingly shared. Thank you for being an "adopted" grandmother to our children and for always take time to listen. Thanks for the memories, the example of love and your willingness and desire to serve others. We are looking forward to the day when we will one day meet again. Until that glorious day, may God be with you, Merrill and your family.

With Love,
The Shuemaker Family

Anonymous said...

We Love you Aunt Angie and you will be missed. I will remember your warm generous heart and love of crocheting and knitting. You were a beautiful woman. Tim and Tina Weidauer

BreAnna Vail said...

Your love and bright spirits will be soarley missed aunt Angie. I will miss your crocheting as well. I love the little snowflakes I got every year. Until we meet again. R.I.P.

Becky Christley said...

Dear Mac, I'm so sorry about Angie. That smile of hers was so special. She was one of the most giving people I ever knew - right up there with you. I'm sorry our paths don't cross very often, but I think of you both often and treasure our Cub Scout days. Becky Christley