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.
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“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
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