Birth date: Sep 22, 1953 Death date: Oct 16, 2025
Deborah Ann McNeeley (née McMicheaux) September 22, 1953 – October 16, 2025 Deborah Ann McNeeley (née McMicheaux) went home peacefully on October 16, 2025, surrounded by love. She was the cherished wife of David McNeeley, with wh Read Obituary
When we were little girls, we slept together. My sister used to suck her thumb and she slept behind me. She used to twirl her hair while she sucked her thumb, but, when we were in bed together, she'd twirl mine and leave the biggest knots in my hair. Our mom would have to comb them out and not gently. I'd give anything for my sister to twirl my hair and put knots in imy hair again. I miss my big sister.
Deborah’s spirit will live on in each and every one of us forever. Love you guys and wish I could be there with you today (Nick & Audrea). Sending all my love from across the states <3
I remember a day I spent with Nick when we visited Deborah and David at their house. Greeting us at the door, to ensure our shoes were taken off, she said “come on in” and went about her business as if she saw us everyday. She was a woman on a mission, a force. And the dynamic between her, Nick, and Audrea was as entertaining as it was infused with deep love. A strong love that knew no bounds… or boundaries. Lol They told it like it was, and from facial expressions to attitude, I remember thinking how much of her I saw in each of them.
I hope Nick and Audrea find comfort and joy in seeing the resemblances in each other as she lives on in them. Sending so much love to all the family and friends of Deborah 🤍
My dear dear friend Debbie;
Chance Made Us Neighbors over 40 years ago,
But Love Kept Us Friends!
I Love and Miss You.
Love Mark and Carol Forrester
My fondest memory of my dearest friend Debbie is the first time I met her. She was so friendly and gave me a big hug. I felt her love and kindness. I love you, my best friend, for you will always be in my heart. You are gone but never, ever forgotten. GOD BLESS. I know you will be among the angels as they welcome you into heaven.
Joyce Veal
Anytime I saw or talked to Deb, she treated me like one of her own. The last I saw her, she and her great-nephew were talking and giggling together. Even with the busy surroundings, she still made space to catch up with me. Her heart and time to connect was genuine, sincere, welcoming, and loving. Deb was a true example of a person that always had a place at her table for you.
