Clifford Verrill
May 11, 1952 ~ September 6, 2019
Westbrook - Clifford L. "Cliff" Verrill, 67, of Summit Circle, died Friday, September 6, 2019 at Maine Medical Center.
Born in Portland on May 11, 1952, Cliff was the son of the late Clifford Verrill Sr. and Josephine Cipriano. He married Wendi Roberts on October 26, 1987 and together they made their home in Westbrook for the next 32 years. He attended Portland High School and later worked for Native Maine, retiring this year after 20 years of employment.
Despite how short his retirement was, Cliff thoroughly enjoyed it. He loved walks through nature, attending outdoor music festivals and always made sure he had time to prepare dinner for his wife Wendi.
Cliff was many things to many people, but above all he was a very caring and loving person. While he liked things his own way, everyone loved Cliffy and his joking sense of humor.
A Celebration of Cliff's life will be held on Saturday, September 14 from 2-5PM at the Conroy-Tully Walker South Portland Chapel, 1024 Broadway, South Portland.
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I heard the name on the news, could this be my friend of long ago. I searched till I came across his obituary notice. Was confirmed with name of friend Billy Prescott. I send my sincere condolences to his wife, family and friends. Sounds like he found his happiness. Cliff was one of the good guys. We shared the love of music. He once wrote me a song entitled Freebird. While saddened of his tragic end, rob of his best years. I celebrate his life, grateful he was threads in my life’s fabric. Fly high my friend. Those words, you never know the day or hour, hug your loved ones tight. Blessings of peace on his Soul and on those left behind.
– Karen Jordan
“There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart.” – Mahatma Gandhi I’m so sorry to hear about your loss to you and your whole family. You are all in our thoughts and prayers.
– Morgan Sheafer
To the family, my heartfelt condolences for your loss. Please find comfort in the knowledge that God promises to end all suffering. Before long, God will wipe out every tear from our eyes, and “death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things (will) have passed away.”(Rev. 21:3,4). May this promise from God give you comfort now and a real hope for the future. My deepest sympathy.
– Mary
Remember those 5 beer cheap bags of beer?I don’t where we got them but always drank them playing the quarter game at your kitchen table.And how you and Mark Fogerty were always fighting.I don’t care where we were you two would battle.And the drunker you two got the more hugging there was.it was funny to watch you guys.But it was always good times.
– Bill prescott
Cliff was such an easy going fellow. I always enjoyed talking to him about music or any subject when I would go by his house while walking my dog. My dog was kind of shy and hard to know, but Cliff would talk to her and get down and pet her so she would relax. We will greatly miss Cliff. He was a gentleman.
– Tom Contolini
I can’t recall the first time I met Cliff, but our friendship sprouted somewhere between my seventh and eighth year–some fifty-seven years ago now. Living on the same street with one house between us, it was inevitable that we should meet. But it was gracious serendipity that both my brother and I would become his friend and share in numerous adolescent adventures and misadventures.
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While Cliff possessed a friendly, out-going, and accepting nature, I think the hallmark of his life was his guilelessness. He truly was the same privately as he was publicly.
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James Whitcomb Riley, on the occasion of his sixty-eighth birthday, penned the following poem. He must have been thinking of such kind souls as Cliff.
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“I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away.
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With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there,
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And you–oh you, who the wildest yearn For an old-time step, and the glad return, Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here.
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Think of him still as the same. I say, He is not dead–he is just away.”
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Go well, old friend.
– Larry Thompson
I don’t know Clifford about 28 years we work together we used to call each other and talk about music as he was on his computer and I was on mine she was a hard man to stump on trivia questions of music and what a funny man at work he was so happy when he said he was retiring and all of us at work with he was retiring we were all so happy for him I would run into him once in awhile in Hannaford’s he look good and happy Cliff you will be missed sincerely Tom Dauphin
– Thom dauphin