- Date Of Death: July 13, 2017
- State: Connecticut
Frances Jean (McPherson) Sullivan, 89, of Escanaba, MI and most recently of Cromwell, CT passed away peacefully at St. Francis Hospital on July 13th.
She is predeceased by her parents Harold Alexander “Pat” McPherson and Frances Rose McPherson (Sobesky), her sisters Peggy Mattson (McPherson), Mary McPherson, and beloved daughter Colleen Anne Carey (Sullivan).
She is survived by her loving husband of 54 years Dr. Robert Sullivan, sisters Patsy Pipkorn (McPherson) and Lucille Vendegna (McPherson), son Patrick Sullivan, Daughter-in-law Lisa Sullivan (Michaud), Son-in-law Sean Carey and grand-daughters Brenna Carey, Sadie Sullivan, Emily Sullivan and many loving nieces and nephews.
“Grandma Jean”, a proudYooper(Upper Peninsula of Michigan) grew up in Escanaba, MI, and was one of 5 sisters that remained close throughout their lives. She graduated from St. Anthony College of Nursing and enlisted in the U. S. Navy where she attained the rank of Lieutenant. She travelled extensively in Navy seeing North Africa, Europe and the States and instilled that interest in her daughter Colleen and grand-daughter Brenna. Jean met her husband Dr. Robert (Bob) Sullivan, also a navy Lieutenant, while stationed at the U.S. Naval hospital in Memphis, TN and married in February leaving the Navy Jean and Bob continued their medical careers in Boston, MA while enjoying all the city had to offer, particularly its sports teams and venues as well as season tickets to the Boston symphony, before settling in East Hartford, CT and raising a family. There, summers were filled with family trips to their lake cottage and winters with ski trips across New England, a sport Jean and Bob took up instead of waiting in the lodge for Colleen and Pat.
After their children graduated college Jean and Bob lived in Sturbridge, MA and made day trips to their cottage during the warmer months where Jean enjoyed a glass of zinfandel (or the occasional beer) and a cool breeze in the afternoons on her shady deck. In late winter and early spring, months long road trips to Myrtle Beach and points south for a glass of Zinfandel (or the occasional beer), a warm breeze on a sunny deck and a round or 2 of golf were the order of the day.
