Dr. Margot Coleman

Dr. Margot Coleman died peacefully on July 19, 2025. She was preceded in death by Bernard, her husband of 55 years, Paul, her son, and Evan, her grandson. She is survived by her two sons, David and Jonathan (Cindy), and Elizabeth, her daughter-in-law, along with four grandchildren.

Margot began life in the UK shortly before WWII. The challenges of growing up during war instilled a sense of making the most out of what she had, wasting nothing. She graduated from medical school with honors and also met the love of her life there. Beyond family, Margot had two primary pursuits in life: sports and music. She played tennis and hockey as long as her body allowed and was always up for a competitive challenge. Music, however, was her true lifetime joy. Although she enjoyed concerts, her real passion was making music whether with her sisters, at church, in Choral Societies, or just breaking out in song at home, often in front of unsuspecting guests at the dinner table. This quirk could be both hilarious and uncomfortable, especially when her sons brought home girlfriends to meet the family.

Margot led a full life, raising a family, helping those in need through social work and hospice, traveling the world, and brightening the day of anyone within earshot as she sang random tunes. In honor of Margot, sing a song whenever you think of her and let it bring a smile to you and anyone nearby.

There will be no services or visitation. In lieu of flowers the family requests that memorials be made to Manna Food Bank. https://mannafoodbank.org/

Bernard.coleman73@gmail.com will be maintained for 30 days. Beyond that, please reach out to hywelconsulting@gmail.com to reach the Coleman family. Thanks.

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes
And not your mind.

You can love me most
By letting Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me Is love,
Give me away.