Gail Ann Doran

Doran, Gail Ann

Brighton, Michigan

Her legacy . . . Gail Ann Doran, 84, passed away September 28, 2020.  She was born on February 23, 1936, in Ferndale, Michigan to Archie and Irene (Schultz) Lindow.  She will be remembered as a loving mother, grandmother and great grandmother.  She loved playing golf and her many years at Lakelands G&CC, playing cards, being social and spending time with her life-long friends.  Gail always enjoyed a good debate, classic movies, Sinatra, watching her bird feeders, flipping through all of the days news, and above else sitting down with a great book and reading.

Her family . . . Gail will be missed by her brother Jerry (Cleide) Lindow; children, Jeanne (Robert) Reck, Nancy (Michael) Lavey, Michele Mangner (and significant other Tom Beneteau), Michail (Karyn) Curro, Dick (Nancy) Doran, Tom (Barbara) Doran, Colleen (Steve) Leh, Bill Doran, Maureen (Gary) Jackson, and Kathy (John) Little; 24 grandchildren; six great children; two nieces and a nephew.  She is predeceased in death by her parents Archie and Irene Lindow; her firstborn child Bill Curro; and two husbands Joe Curro and Jim Doran.

Her farewell . . . Gail’s family and friends will gather on Saturday, October 10 at Borek Jennings Funeral Home, Hamburg Chapel.  Family visitation (11 to 12 p.m.), visitation (12 to 4 p.m.), and service (4 p.m.) officiated by Rev. William Donahue.  Memorial contributions may be given to the Hamburg Public Library and/or the Interfaith Volunteer Caregivers.

Special thanks to Amanda and the entire support staff of Angela’s Hospice.

Please leave a message of comfort for Gail’s family at 1-877-231-7900, or sign her guestbook at www.borekjennings.com.

My Way

(Written by Paul Anka, Immortalized by Frank Sinatra)

. . . And so I face the final curtain My friends, I'll say it clear I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full . . .

Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption . . .

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way

I've loved, laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way Oh no, no, not me

     I did it my way . . .

I did it my way.

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