- Date Of Birth: December 4, 1930
- State: Tennessee
Mary Gargan McKinney, age 86 of Nashville, TN died peacefully at St. Thomas West Hospital in Nashville, TN on May 11, 2017, surrounded by loved ones, after a very brief cardiac illness. She was born December 4, 1930 in Rochester, NY to the late Thomas V. and Anne L. Gargan.Mary had resided in Nashville, TN since 2010, and was a former resident of Dallas, TX and Bala-Cynwyd, PA. Mary was never a stranger to anyone and shared her infectious love with all. She lived a full life and will be missed by those who knew and loved her. We are all better persons for having known her.Mary was predeceased by her parents; husband, George D. McKinney; daughters, Alice G. and Mary F. McKinney; and brothers, Thomas V. and Frank T. Gargan.Mary is survived by her three children, George D. Gargan Jr. of Milwaukee, WI, Nancy Fitzgerald and husband, Donald E. of Fairfax, VA and Helen Neuhoff and husband, Henry IV of Nashville, TN; and her cherished brother, John P. Gargan and wife, Gianna of Dallas, TX. She was “Grammah” to six adoring grandchildren, Henry V and wife, Kate, only granddaughter, Emily Neuhoff, John, Tom and Sam Fitzgerald, and Jack McKinney. She is also survived by sixteen nieces and nephews, Beth, Kathy, Billy, Tommy, and Meg, Liz and Sherry, Christine and Patrick, Eileen and Maria, and Brian, Maura, Sean, Kevin and Brendan; and many dear, close friends in Dallas, Philadelphia, Nashville and Jacksonville, FL.An intimate family memorial Eucharist was celebrated at St. Thomas West Chapel in Nashville, TN on Saturday, May 13 with Father John Raphael presiding. Remembrance John R. Fitzgerald May 13, 2017 Hello everyone. My name is John and I’m Mary’s grandson through her daughter, Nancy, and her son-in-law, Don.First, I would like to thank the people who put this ceremony together so that we could all be here today: Helen, Henry, my mother, Nancy, and the members of this church. Thank you. I want to say a few words about my grandmother, or as all her grandchildren affectionately call her, “Gramma.” Gramma, to put it truthfully, spoiled the hell out of her grandchildren. With love of course, but really in every way. Spoiled us with attention, with birthday cards, graduation cards, holiday cards, gifts, hugs and kisses. Gramma was born to be a grandmother. She’s like a superhero among mere mortal grandmothers. Don’t believe me, just ask any one of her grandchildren: Hank, Emily, Jack, Tom and Sam. Each of us has our own unique relationship with Gramma that is chock-full of love.
