Medical 05


Phyliss C. O'Neil

September 26, 1941 ~ January 5, 2019 (age 77)

Phyliss C. O’Neil, 77 of Glen Burnie passed away peacefully on January 5, 2019. Phyliss was born on September 26, 1941 to the late Louis and Mary Cox. She was a retired registered nurse and dedicated her life to helping others. She enjoyed birds and bird watching and country music. Her loves were her grandchildren. Phyliss also volunteered her time with following organizations, FEMA, the Red Cross and the Pascal Senior Center. Phyliss in her earlier and most active years also volunteered through her church, North Glen Baptist Church in assisting teens to seniors who needed food, clothes and shelter in the Glen Burnie area. 


Phyliss was preceded in death by her husband, Frederick O’Neil. She is survived by her children, Hollye O’Neil Kintzios and her husband, Evan Kintzios; Stacy O’Neil Jackson and her husband, Matthew; and Michael O’Neil and his wife, Wendy; her grandchildren, Savannah Shirley, Graham Shirley, Riley Jackson, Macy Jackson, Joshua O’Neil and Brady O’Neil; and her former son-in-law, Glen Shirley.


The family will receive visitors at Singleton Funeral & Cremation Services, P.A., 1 2nd Ave. SW (at Crain Hwy) on Wednesday from 3-5 & 7-9 pm. A Funeral Service will be held on Thursday at 10 AM in the funeral home chapel. Interment at Glen Haven Memorial Park.


In lieu of flowers contributions may be to the Hospice of the Chesapeake, Rebecca Fortney Inpatient Care, 90 D Ritchie Highway, Pasadena, MD 21122.


A Nurse’s Prayer

The world grows brighter year by year, because some nurse in her little sphere

Puts on her uniform, smiles and sings, and keeps on doing the same old things.

Taking the temperatures, giving the pills to remedy mankind’s numerous ills,

Feeding the babies, answering the bells, being polite with a heart that rebels.

Longing for home, and all the while wearing the same old professional smile,

Blessing the new-born baby’s first breath, closing the eyes that are stilled in death.

Taking the blame for all mistakes, Oh, dear what a lot of patience it takes.

Going off duty at seven o’clock, tired discouraged and ready to drop,

But called out to help at seven-fifteen, with woe in the heart that must not be seen.

Morning and evening, noon and night, just doing it over, hoping its right.

When we report off to cross the bar, Dear Lord, will You give us just one little star to wear on our cap of our uniform new. In the ward above where the head-nurse is You….


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