Phyllis Jeanette Stanley

Phyllis was born Dec 17, 1940 in Oakland, CA to parents Edward and Leona Stanley, and was the eldest of three children, followed by brothers Robert (Bobby) and David. She married Norman Bay in 1959, and they had four children together: daughter Lori (lovingly referred to as “Dolly”), followed by sons Darin (also known as “Boot”), Robert (Scotty) and Jeffrey Ryan (Punkin’). Her children meant everything to her, and she devoted her life to them. It was important to her that they received a Christian education, and she worked two jobs when they were young to support their schooling. Her dedication was such that she never thought twice about doing what was necessary, regardless of the work or personal sacrifice – to her it was a labor of love and she was eternally grateful for her maternal role. When her children grew and had children of their own, and they in turn started their own families, her love expanded and enveloped each of them. She never failed to miss a birthday or holiday with a visit, a unique gift, or thoughtfully written card. You knew you were loved when she would “fuss” over you, asking if you had eaten enough, were you warm enough, could she take care of this or that; she did not rest until she was convinced all your needs were met. She selflessly gave all to those she loved.

In addition to being a loving mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, Phyllis was deeply committed to the Beaverton SDA Church - leading the kindergarten class, assisting with Pathfinders, and always passing out pamphlets and books in an effort to bring others into the church. She was also an avid gardener and canner, and enjoyed sewing, crocheting, and playing the piano.

Phyllis’ youthful, innocent, and optimistic disposition never would have revealed the struggle and heartbreak she had faced in life. She fought and won cancer at the age of 16, resulting in the loss of one lung, breast cancer twice, miscarriages, and so much more. Phyllis also survived the unimaginable loss of her son Scotty well before his time – a devastation no mother should ever have to endure, as well as the tragic loss of her bright young grandson Mitchel Ryan. Yet through all of this pain she persisted with love in her heart and an unwavering trust in God’s plan.

While it is impossible not to grieve the loss of such a bright presence in our lives, we must remember how fortunate we are to have known such a kind and gentle soul. We must remind ourselves that we grieve for our loss, but that she is at peace now. She will exist always in our hearts and minds, with her unique sense of humor, her relentless selflessness, her reassuring voice, and the hugs that made you feel everything was going to be okay. We are truly blessed to have known such a rare woman.

Arrangements under the direction of Young's Funeral Home, Tigard, OR.