CYRIL EDROY MCMILLAN
BORN: December 8, 1937
DIED: August 24, 2025
AGED: 87 Years
Sunday, September 14, 2025, 11:00 a.m.
SERVICE HELD AT
Grant’s Town Seventh-day Adventist Church Wellington Street, Nassau, Bahamas
OFFICIANTS
Pastor Craig Williams
Pastor Leslie McMillan
Pastor Dr. Wendell R. McMillan
Pastor Wilson Isnord
ORGANIST:
Mr. Kevin Long
INTERMENT:
The Western Cemetery Nassau Street Nassau, Bahamas
OBITUARY
On December 8, 1937, Cyril Edroy McMillan, a happy, handsome bouncing baby boy entered the world in a modest three-bedroom “clapboard” house constructed on McQuay Street, right on the edges of the heartbeat of the busiest street in Nassau. A home located just steps away from Bay Street, bustling with tourists from all walks of life, this inner-city boy with a seed of greatness in his soul would mature into a powerful man of faith, leaving his undeniable and indelible mark on the world.
Blessed with the birth of five healthy boys, it could be said of Daniel and Pearline McMillan (now deceased), that they had their personal basketball team. Cyril was the middle child, the “center” of the team, with two older brothers, Curtis and Daniel Jr (both now deceased), and two younger brothers, Leslie and Wendell. As in the game of basketball, his favorite sport, Cyril’s central birth position provided him with a unique perspective and balance in the “game of life” that prepared him to act as a natural bridge between his siblings and people in general.
Cyril attended the elementary school Bahamas Academy as a little boy, he would walk miles to attend the school located on Hawkins Hill. He eventually matriculated through to the last grade of high school, however, he never received a high school diploma as none were distributed at the time he completed his schooling.
Although he never received a formal high school diploma, undaunted he forged forward with the resilience that would define his life’s legacy. Very early in his schooling his gifting and abilities of identifying and creating solutions to problems that might otherwise go unresolved was recognized intrinsically and overtly. His earliest recollection of this gifting was when he was able to utilize his skillset to modernize his parental homestead when he single handedly installed their first bathroom with running water.
Innate in Cyril’s nature was a profound ability of persistence and perseverance. Born into a family of modest means, during times when World War II was raging and racism was rampant, Cyril had to face obstacles and challenges that may have destroyed others. Yet he gracefully fought through and rose above each impediment against him to become a beacon of light and sterling example of Christian principles and fortitude. Over the course of almost 88 years traversing on this earth Cyril, like many of us had many reasons to “belly-ache”, complain, or ask questions like “why is life so tough?” or “why does it have to be so unfair?”, yet this humble giant of a man chose to respond to all the life-inflicted wounds we bore with a Warm Heart, Wise Mind, and Warrior Spirit.
Desiring to be a civil engineer, his dreams were thwarted because being raised in a strict Christian home, it was deemed a more secular and less appealing profession, so he was not able to gain the support he needed to facilitate the fulfilment of his dream. Being the true warrior he was, he countered this disappointment by using his natural abilities, ingenuity and gift of creativity to become a licensed contractor, later becoming the proprietor of his own construction company. This began a love and passion for entrepreneurship that expanded into other areas of interest. His stellar business prowess exposed his children and grandchildren to the flexibility and empowerment of entrepreneurship and became a flagship of the base of his income source, expanding into partnering with his mother in her straw and craft business. After a long day of construction, Cyril would often enjoy watching a late night basketball game while carving faces on dry coconuts, or creating nightstand lamps from specialty popsicle sticks.
Shortly after having to give up his dream of becoming a civil engineer, Cyril met and married the lovely Alice Mingo
and their endearing love produced three children, Edroy, Pearl Denette and Beverley. The love of his life was sadly and suddenly snatched away from him by the cold hands of death, at only 38 years of age when Alice succumbed to her illness, leaving him to raise their young children on his own. After the heart breaking death of his wife of 19 years, Cyril did not abandon his faith and bravely stared grief in the eye, he dove into his entrepreneurial skills even taking on extra odd jobs to ensure his children would receive the education he didn’t get a chance to attain. Cyril’s love for education and his dedication to his fatherly duties propelled him to support his children through their university education despite being a single father. This commitment produced two physicians and an accountant.
Cyril loved family and in 1983, he took another shot at love and married Rose Gardiner, and embraced her three children, Brenda, Charlene and Charles as his own. Cyril and Rose remained in a 41 year committed union until the time of his death.
Cyril was a masterful servant leader who served his God, his family, his nation and the world with a keen sense of integrity,
ingenuity, and genuine interpersonal relationships filled with warmth and wisdom. In addition to being a physical nation builder, constructing numerous businesses and houses throughout the islands of the Bahamas, Cyril was a proud educator. For nearly fifteen years, he dutifully served as an instructor at the Bahamas Technical and Vocational Institute (BTVI) where he got to lovingly and patiently pour into the hearts and minds of young people, of whom many to this day speak highly of him.
Above and beyond his love for family and country, was Cyril’s love for God. He was a stalwart Seventh-day Adventist, however, more importantly, he was a lover and follower of Christ. He often bragged of how for many years, he remained the oldest serving elder at his beloved Grants Town, SDA Church. Additionally, throughout his more than 70 years of Christian service and servant leadership, Cyril proudly served and held the positions of Elder, Pathfinder Director, Treasurer and Sabbath School Superintendent.
Although Cyril enjoyed reading the bible through multiple times, he exemplified and reflected the central theme of the book he so loved to read, by doing as
Christ did loving those many would deem difficult to love and touching those many would refuse to touch.
Shortly before his 80th birthday, Cyril suffered a stroke. In true warrior fashion he did what was required of him, made all the necessary lifestyle adjustments and within a relatively short time was back to driving, working on his personal projects as well as travelling. He had a keen sense and ability to relax, have fun and unwind so we could stay warrior strong. One of his signature admonitions was, “Do what is right, even if it feels wrong”. He valued doing what was right, even if it meant causing his discomfort. His response to life’s unfairness and toughness was always to be a shining servant leader and the rewards of not giving up nor giving in.
By choosing to do what’s right even when it felt wrong, by facing grief with his faith in God intact, Cyril was blessed to live more than his three score and ten and he used this time to pour into others leaving a rich legacy of love, light and hope.
On June 26, 2025 Cyril began a journey visiting first with his daughter and family in Michigan continuing on to his son
and family in Ohio for several weeks.
On August 12, 2025 while visiting he fell ill, endured a short hospital stay, falling asleep in Jesus on August 24, 2025 at 9:43PM, leaving to mourn and cherish his legacy of light and love, a host of family and friends.
Cyril was predeceased by: Parents
Daniel and Pearline McMillan, First Wife: Alice Mingo-McMillan, Brothers:
Kenneth
Williams and Anthony Franks.
Cherished memories will forever linger in the hearts of his:
Wife: Rose McMillan
Children: Dr. Edroy (Stephanie) McMillan, Dr. Pearl “Denette” McMillan, Beverley (Craig) Williams
Bonus children: Brenda (Michael) Toote, Charlene Musgrove, Charles Gardiner
Grandchildren: Angelica, Alaya, AsherCraig Williams; Olivia McMillan; Michael, Michelle, Brendan, Brendina Toote; Jasmine (Stephen) Clarke, Candice and Terez Musgrove; Branee and Brittany Gardiner
Great grandchildren: Seth Clarke
Brothers: Dr. Leslie (Wealthia) McMillan, Dr. Wendell (Althea) McMillan
In-laws: Thelma McMillan, Mellie Price, Thomas (Annie) Mingo, Lucine (Alma) Mingo, Margaret (Manley) Wilson, Nieces & Nephews: Dr. Curtis (Mahalet) McMillan Jr, Shelly McMillan, Jo (James) Steinwall, Sheryl (Pedro) Rolle, Terry (Dr. Reginald) Barnes, Deborah (Darrel) Russell, Dr. Coralie (Ethan) Adderley, Laurel (Kevin) Long, Wendell (Keisha) McMillan Jr., Evangeline Cartwright,
Dr. Curtis McMillan Sr., Daniel McMillan Jr., Cousins:
(Niki)
Elizabeth (Sidney) Barr, Delores Major, Brenda (Jefferson) Newton, Genette Brown, Devenor Mingo – Bingham, Pamela (Parish) Armely, Calvin (Lisa) Mingo, Deone Wilson, Manley (Donette) Wilson, Alicia Wilson, Lucine (Maria) Mingo Jr., Cheryl (Matthew) Mitchell, Delrose (Clyde) Rashad, Mark (Desi) Mingo, Parish, Kent and Kirk Price, Denise Pratt
Host of other relatives and friends including: Phillip (Valerie) Franks, Willis, Peggy, Jaye, Phillip, Carolyn, Pauline, Carl, Gloria, Gary, Rhondalee, Kendal, Tina & Eric Knowles, Shirley Knowles, Nettica Symonette, Raquel Samuels, the Peterson Family (Ohio), and the Williams Sisters (Bermuda)
Special thanks: Dr. Christopher Basden, Dr. Patrick Cargill, Dr. Gregory Pinto, Dr. Gina Archer, Deyar Knowles, Laura Turnquest, Caroline Sweeting, Care Teams Avita Emergency Department, Ontario Ohio, Ohio State University Hospital, Ohio’s Hospice, and Affinity Memorial Chapel, Columbus Ohio, Bethel Brothers Morticians and Crematorium, Grants Town Seventh-day Adventist Church.
The family apologizes for any names not mentioned. Please accept our gratitude for your friendship, prayers and support.
ORDER OF SERVICE
PROCESSIONAL
Choir Director
OPENING REMARKS/WELCOME | Pastor Wilson Isnord (host pastor)
INVOCATION | Elder Christopher Stuart
OPENING HYMN | When Peace Like a River
1 When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul.” Refrain (may be sung after final stanza only): It is well with my soul; it is well, it is well with my soul.
2 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blest assurance control: that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and has shed his own blood for my soul. Refrain
3 My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! my sin, not in part, but the whole, is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more; praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! Refrain
4 O Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll; the trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend; even so, it is well with my soul. Refrain
A LIFE OF FAITHFULNESS TO FAMILY
TRIBUTE | Michael Toote, Jr. (grandson)
OLD TESTAMENT READING | Alaya Williams (granddaughter)
DADDY’S FAVORITE HYMN | Jesus Is All the World to Me
1 Jesus is all the world to me, My life, my joy, my all; He is my strength from day to day, Without him I would fall: When I am sad, to him I go, No other one can cheer me so; When I am sad, he makes me glad, He’s my friend.
2 Jesus is all the world to me, My friend in trials sore; I go to him for blessings, and He gives them o’er and o’er: He sends the sunshine and the rain, He sends the harvest’s golden grain; Sunshine and rain, harvest of grain, He’s my friend.
3 Jesus is all the world to me, And true to him I’ll be; Oh, how could I this friend deny, When he’s so true to me?
Following him I know I’m right, He watches o’er me day and night; Following him by day and night, He’s my friend.
4 Jesus is all the world to me, I want no better friend; I trust him now, I’ll trust him when Life’s fleeting days shall end: Beautiful life with such a friend, Beautiful life that has no end; Eternal life, eternal joy, He’s my friend.
EULOGY
Pastor Dr. Leslie McMillan (brother)
Pastor Dr. Wendell McMillan (brother)
SOLO | Mrs. Yvette Peterson (family friend)
OBITUARY | Mrs. Stephanie McMillan (daughter-in-law)
REFLECTION(S) | Dr. Edroy McMillan, Dr. Pearl “Denette” McMillan & Mrs. Beverley McMillan-Williams
A LIFE OF SERVICE TO OTHERS
REMARKS AND CONDOLENCES | Dr. Iva Dahl (Past Director BTVI)
TRIBUTE(S)
Mr. Emeil Humes (friend)
Mr. Edward Williams (adopted son)
NEW TESTAMENT READING | Asher Williams (grandchild)
MUSICAL SELECTION | Mr. Harold Dorsette
HOMILY | Pastor Craig Williams (son-in-law)
PRAYER OF COMFORT | Pastor C. Melvin Lewis
HYMN OF HOPE | When We All Get To Heaven
1 Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing His mercy and His grace; In the mansions bright and blessed He’ll prepare for us a place.
Refrain: When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be! When we all see Jesus, we’ll sing and shout the victory!
2 While we walk the pilgrim pathway Clouds will overspread the sky; But when trav’ling days are over Not a shadow, not a sigh. [Refrain]
3 Let us then be true and faithful, Trusting, serving ev’ry day; Just one glimpse of Him in glory Will the toils of life repay. [Refrain]
4 Onward to the prize before us! Soon His beauty we’ll behold; Soon the pearly gates will open–We shall tread the streets of gold. [Refrain]
SERVICE AT THE GRAVESIDE
LEADING TRUMPET:
PRAYER | Pastor Dr. Leslie McMillan
SCRIPTURE READING | Elder Michael McCoy
SOLO | Sister Beyoncé Knowles
COMMITTAL | Pastor Dr. Wendell McMillan
REMARKS FROM BETHEL BROTHERS MORTICIANS & CREMATORIUM
BENEDICTION | Pastor Dr. Leslie McMillan
CLERGY CONSOLING THE FAMILY | Glad Reunion Day
1 There will be a happy meeting in heaven I know When we see the many loved ones we’ve known here below. Gather on the blessed hilltops with hearts all aglow. That will be a glad reunion day.
(Chorus)
Glad day, a wonderful day, Glad day, a glorious day; There with all the holy angels and loved ones to stay, That will be a glad reunion day.
2 There within the holy city we’ll sing and rejoice, Praising Christ the blessed Saviour with heart and with voice. Tell him how we came to love Him and make Him our choice. That will be a glad reunion day.
3 When we live a million years in that wonderful place Basking in the love of Jesus, beholding His face. It will seem but just a moment of praising His grace. That will be glad reunion day.
GRAVESIDE HYMN(S)
ABIDE WITH ME
1 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away. Change and decay in all around I see. O thou who changest not, abide with me.
3 I need thy presence every passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power? Who like thyself my guide and strength can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
4 I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless, ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes. Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven’s morning breaks and earth’s vain shadows flee; in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
IT’S ALL RIGHT NOW
There was a time I travelled a lonely sinful road; Beneath a heavy burden bending low; But now all things are different, since Jesus took my load It’s alright now, I’m His I know.
(Chorus)
It’s alright now, for I am in my Saviour’s care It’s alright now; my Saviour hears and answers prayer He’ll walk with me, (He’ll walk beside me) Till I climb the heavenly stair, And everything (And everything is alright now)
A’ down a lonely pathway, without a friend to guide, I walked in sin and sorrow all alone ‘Till Jesus came and found me, and drew me to His side; It’s alright now, for I’m His own.
No more in sin I wander, no more in darkness roam The Lord has placed my feet on higher ground; Each day new heights I’m gaining, my soul is nearing home, It’s alright now, I’m heaven bound.
1 There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar, For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling place there.
Refrain:
In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.
2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest; And our spirits shall sorrow no moreNot a sigh for the blessing of rest. [Refrain]
3 To our bountiful Father above We will offer our tribute of praise For the glorious gift of His love
A TRIBUTE TO A FAITHFUL HUSBAND AND BELOVED COMPANION
“The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
Today, I give thanks to God for the life of Mac, my devoted husband, a father, grandfather and friend. Though my heart is heavy with sorrow I rest in the promise of eternal life - that he is now at peace, embraced by the love of Christ and reunited with those who went before him.
Mac was a gift from God – not just to his family, but especially to me, his beloved wife and companion for over 40 years. Both having known the loss of losing a spouse, we were led to each other by grace – two souls, seasoned by time, gently brought together to love again. Our marriage was a beautiful testament to hope, healing, and Gods faithfulness.
Mac was a man of quiet faith, deep kindness, and steady devotion. His love was never boastful, but always present – in the way he cared, the way he prayed, and the way he stood by his family. He welcomed my children and grandchildren as his own and his life was a blessing to all who knew him.
Even as age brought its challenges, his patience and presence never wavered. His days were filled with gratitude, his words with encouragement and his spirit with peace. He lived not for himself, but for others – walking humbly with God and loving with a full heart.
Though I walk at times with the fog of memory, my soul remembers what words cannot, the hands held, the love we shared, the faith we both leaned on.
Mac, as painful as it is, I release you into the arms of our savior, confident that you heard the words “well-done good and faithful servant…enter into the joy of your Lord.” Matthew 25:23
You will always remain in my heart. Your loving wife, Rose
Today I say goodbye to my best friend as you sleep until the resurrection day and we meet again. You will be greatly missed especially on Friday nights which is the time we had set aside for just you and me to talk.
We would talk about various topics including politics, the latest crime statistics and church happenings. You always had a unique perspective on things and frequently took an opposing point of view just to spur lively conversation and debate! We all knew it was just your nature and you were doing it to stimulate thinking and debate.
I am smiling as I write this and just thinking about it. You got to spend the last six weeks of your life at our home in Ohio and that time was special, we got to go on long drives together with you admiring the natural scenery or us just riding around the property and you admiring the animals and giving advice on various construction projects going on at the farm.
These moments will be forever cherished in my memories. Thank you for always taking care of your children and seeing that we all grew up into the adults we are today. You gave your all to raising us after our mother passed when we were just children. That took a special man and we are forever grateful.
I am not saying something that I haven’t said to you when you were alive, but this is for others who read this to know what a man you were.
Finally, I thank you for our Christian upbringing. At the conclusion of our hours long chats every Friday night you would ask about whether I would be going to church on Sabbath. You always had a biblical perspective and instilled them in your children and all who you came into contact with.
That is why despite the fact that my heart is heavy, and you will be sorely missed, I am grateful and happy that as Christians we know that you are just sleeping and on that great resurrection day we will meet again and carry on where we left off!
Until then rest in peace my father and best friend. Edroy.
TRIBUTE TO MY DADDY
“Rejoice always. Pray continually. Give thanks in all circumstance; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
It is with profound grief and sadness that I struggle to put a few words on a page which I know could never truly memorialize my 60 plus years spent with my daddy. All who know me, would be well aware that I have always been a daddy’s girl. In other words, daddy has been a beacon at the center of my life for as long as I can remember.
I recall during childhood years, memories of just following daddy around the house as he did odd jobs. I was trying my best to figure out how to get things, like the toilet handle to work again or the hinge to work on a door that was falling down. For some reason, these activities held great interest for me. Handing out on construction jobs was also a fun pass time, if it was with daddy.
As I grew older, our parent/child relationship morphed into a respectful friendship which for me has become a grounding in my life. No matter where I found myself, daddy was never far away in mind and spirit. He has been my go to for sound advice and always displayed wisdom in responses which fascinated me and resulted in my admiration of the deep thought and experience behind whatever knowledge he was imparting.
As daddy grew older, I lovingly assumed the role of care giver, doing the best I could to ensure all he needed, and sometimes just wanted, was made available to him, coming from a grave sense of gratitude for all that daddy had sacrificed and invested to lay the best platform for success in my life and those of my siblings.
Truth be told, I have for many years, imagined the day that I may be saying goodbye to daddy and definitely went through a range of emotions just processing the thought. While I am deeply saddened and will miss daddy immensely as I continue this journey of life, physically without him, I know without a shadow of a doubt, daddy’s warmth, wisdom, comforting words and enduring presence will always be with me, and as I said to him leaving his bedside the last evening I spent with him, I say now “Daddy, I will see you in the morning. Rest well until then.”
With all my love....Denette!
Daddy, (As I look in your eyes, through the photograph taken of us on my wedding day) Words are not enough and this limitation of time and space certainly won’t allow me to do justice to the memory and legacy of daddy. I don’t even know where to begin or how to put pen to paper to express all the thoughts and emotions flooding my being. Nevertheless, as I give a feeble attempt to do so, I begin by saying I never ever thought about or wanted to ever say goodbye to the greatest dad in the world - my daddy. My heart aches and tears stream down my face as I can say without hesitation that although not perfect, daddy perfectly gave me everything I needed to become a strong woman of God.
Daddy’s life was truly a testament of faith. He was Godly yes, but thankfully his godliness was not rigid. It was one that was gentle, kind and patient. I will miss daddy’s open mindedness and how he was always willing to listen. This ability and flexibility provided the safe space and freedom for me to share my deepest fears, dreams, hopes, joys and pains. I will sorely miss our intimate times of sharing and caring for each other.
I will forever cherish how daddy loved, stood by, supported and affirmed me no matter what. When I left my career as an accountant to become a full time wife and mother, although daddy was thrown off and somewhat confused at first, he soon saw its value and affirmed me in making this non-conventional choice to minister to and manage the home. Daddy constantly commended me as a wife and mother. Another thing I will greatly miss is the joy and pride daddy showed whenever he attended my speaking engagements or when I read to him the chapter I wrote about his life, love, light and legacy in the book (anthropology) Our Father’s.
I will forever be grateful to daddy for modeling what it meant to be a good husband, father and man of God. From a little girl all the way through adulthood, in tough times and terrific times, daddy declared in words, and displayed in deed and action many of the character traits my daughters and I should have in a husband. Hence you fought for, warmly embraced and strongly established the sweetest and strongest relationship with Craig, your favorite son-in-love.
Finally, I will always cherish and remember one of daddy’s favorite sayings and life mantras… “do what is right, even when it doesn’t feel right.” Righteousness is what daddy strived for daily and his love for God never faltered. I will forever remember and cherish our passionate and lovely worship service together, just you and I and just days before you fell sick. As I ministered to you in words and songs of encouragement, you raised your hands, said “hallelujah” with tears in your eyes and that beautiful smile on your face, as you gave praise and thanks to Jesus, your forever faithful friend and the next face you’ll be seeing. Goodbye for now Daddy, I’ll see you again…in the earth made new!
Love forever, (your baby girl ) ~ Bev
Most recently, when I was taking care of grandpa, at night time I stayed back in his room and talked with him as he fell asleep. I sat down on his bed, while he was on the couch and he decided to drop a boatload of wisdom. I will never forget that he said “in life, as a young man there are going to be many challenges.” He said many times he has fallen but each time he fell he just went on his knees, and he would ask God to forgive him, and no matter how many times he fell he kept on getting back up and asking for forgiveness. These are extremely important life lessons, especially hearing it from somebody who’s already been through life. It’s different hearing these words of inspiration from grandpa Mac versus hearing them from other people because with grandpa you could see in his eyes that he was a product of going through tough life struggles yet coming through them better because of God. From a young age, I always picked up on how grandpa Mac had such a high level of wisdom, now I will continue to hold his advice close to my heart as I grow and develop into the man God wants me to be. Recently, when I was asked to watch over grandpa Mac, and cared for him for a few days, making sure he was good, I was hesitant at first , because I knew I was doing my math course for the summer, however, ultimately I decided to go and I was blessed to do so. I am extremely happy that I got to spend this special time with grandpa, especially how he got sick shortly afterwards. I am glad that he is resting in peace and I’ll see him soon up in heaven and I’ll continue to do good with him in mind .
Asher-Craig (Grandchild)
TRIBUTES FROM GRANDKIDS
Grandpa always led with honesty and respect in how he communicated and treated others . In my older years of knowing him I could always see him taking time to think before he spoke, ensuring that his words were truly reflective of how he wanted his character to be represented or an outcome that would be beneficial to everyone involved, not just himself. Choosing to practice the same pattern in how I treat others will be something I’ll continue to strive for and grow in as a way to continue his legacy .
-Gel (Granddaughter)
Grandpa Mac was many things to many people, but overall he was exceptional. I remember when I was a small child I used to find his presence a little intimidating but it wasn’t because he was cruel or scary. It was the kind of intimidation you get when standing before greatness, something you don’t experience often. He always seemed so sure and so wise, and I marveled at the way he carried himself with so much confidence yet so much humility. But for me, intimidation could never last for him, because of that genuine, caring spirit that laced everything he did like when you went extra slow because I wanted to ride on the back of your truck, or the time you made such a fuss over making sure the air condition was perfect and you always made sure you had the channels we wanted to watch when we had to sleep over at your house. The way you humored that weekend we stayed with you and you drove all the way to Coral Harbor because I was worried about my dog being outside in a storm and I wanted to put her inside the house. I appreciated the way grandpa always spoke to me gently, even when correcting me. I will miss the way he always looked at me tenderly, and his smile always showed me that he loved me right before he told me. I’ll miss that soft look and loving smile for now, but I’ll hold the memory tight until I see you again. I love you forever,
Alaya (Granddaughter)
GRANDPA
I love my Grandpa. I want to say thank you for coming on a lot of vacations with us and coming to Ohio to visit us. I loved going to eat at all the different restaurants with him and Granda Rose when we would come to visit him in Nassau. I’m really going to miss my Grandpa.
Olivia (granddaughter)
TRIBUTE TO CYRIL MCMILLAN
– Brother, Brother-in-Law, Uncle
As the children and grandchildren of Dr. Wendell R. McMillan, the youngest of the five sons of Daniel Adolphus and Pearline Louise McMillan, we are blessed and privileged to honor and celebrate the life and legacy of a Christian gentleman, a dedicated husband and father, an exemplary citizen, known affectionately to us as Uncle Cyril.
We will always remember his warm smile, his humor, and his consistent positivity that lifted those around him. Cyril was a man of strong faith and unconditional love. His presence in our lives was truly a gift.
Hard-working and dedicated, he built our family home in Sea Breeze with his own hands, demonstrating his craftsmanship and care as a preferred contractor. We remember his determination and entrepreneurial spirit when he spent portions of his day at his chicken farm that was also a regular stop for quality produce. We admire his diligent devotion to his parents as the son who spent his entire life in the same locale, consistently updating his brothers who lived overseas.
Family meant everything to Cyril. He not only loved celebrating with us, but he also stood as best man in Daddy’s wedding, just as Daddy did for him – a bond of brotherhood that remains an enduring symbol of love and loyalty. Distance did not affect their regular conversations, even to the very end.
Uncle Cyril’s faith, his love for family, and his indomitable spirit will remain forever in our hearts. We are deeply grateful for the joy, laughter, and love. We will treasure the times he would stop by to share a meal with us, always with a story to brighten our day. Although he is gone from our sight, his legacy of devotion, strength, and faith continues to inspire us as we anticipate a joyful reunion.
- Dr. Coralie l. Adderley (Ethan), Mrs. Laurel C. Long (Kevin & Kelli), Mr. Wendell R. McMillan II (Dr. Lakeischa, Wendell III & Skylar)
TRIBUTES FROM THE MINGO CLAN
After my dad, Lucine, Uncle Cyril and Uncle Thomas played a major role in my younger years, particularly when it comes to construction. He always had an encouraging word and eager to pass on knowledge. He has touched so many lives! May his soul rest in peace.
Mark Mingo - Nephew
Praying that God gives each of you, the McMillian cousins the strength and comfort that you need in this season.
-Deloris Mingo-Major -Niece
May you all find comfort in God’s peace and grace
-Calvin Mingo - nephew
Uncle Cyril always treated us like blood nieces and nephews even after Aunt Alice passed on. The excitement that was evident each time he saw me will forever be etched in my mind. Rest in peace my uncle. From him, we always saw firsthand what being an awesome father was like
-Deon Wilson - Niece
In 1971, when I moved to New Providence to further my education at Queen’s College, I lived with Uncle Cyril and Aunt Alice (my late father, Leon’s sister) along with their three wonderful children, I lived in their home for 2 years. He was the one who introduced me to the Lord. He gave me my first pay check and was told that I had to pay tithes from it even though at times the salary was only $5.00. This was derived from helping to decorate coconuts that were sold in the straw market. He was my defender when Aunt Alice showed ‘tough love’. The Sabbath afternoon nature walks: having boiled okra and potato for breakfast and so much other memories that I learnt from the awesome husband, father, brother and uncle. Sleep in heavenly peace. I know your crown is filled was numerous diamonds.
Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Mingo-Barr – niece
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ondolences to the family on the passing of Uncle Cyril. Pray we all are comforted at this time.
Alicia Wilson – Niece, Rogers Wilson – Nephew, Brenda Mingo- Newton – Niece, Genette Mingo – Brown –Niece
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ncle Cyril was my Godfather. It was a while since I saw because I am living in Kansas City. I am so happy that just a few months ago, I was able to communicate with him through Beverly. I am happy I did but deeply saddened.
Devenor Mingo – Bingham - Godchild
In 1974, I began Form 2 at Bahamas Academy, where Aunt Alice was a strong disciplinary teacher. She guided me throughout my entire years until graduation and reminded me that she would screw both of my ears If I did wrong. School was dismissed early on Fridays, so I went home with the McMillian family. Their vehicle was loaded with decorated coconuts that were sold at the straw market. When arriving at their home on Joe Farrington Road, meant we all had to prepare for the Sabbath. Uncle Cyril was the one who gave much needed freedom. He would say ‘Pam go use the piano and learn to play Mary Had A Little Lamb’. he allowed me to help mix the macaroni and when short of cheese, we added red food coloring to make it look more attractive. Most of all, he would share his ice cream with me and treated me as one of children. Thank you, Uncle Cyril, for believing in me and help me to build confidence in myself.
Pamela “Pam’ Mingo Armaly – niece
It is with the most grateful and appreciative memories for my dearly beloved uncle Cyril…. for your kindness, support and prayers that you shared with me as a child in the comfort of the home you shared with your wife and children, my name sake Alice Evangeline, my dear aunt. You have shown Godliness and holiness of God as long as I can remember. I will always cherish the great summer vacation and bible study lessons that you shared that helped mold me into the woman i have become. Until we meet again, may you take your well deserved rest in the Lord. Precious memories and life lessons remain forever. We loved you be Jesus love you best.
Evangeline ‘Vangie’ Mingo- Cartwright - Niece
Uncle Cyril was the uncle whom everyone loved! He had the unique gift of making everyone feel special as if you were the only one who mattered. After hearing of Uncle Cyril’s passing, it was so heartwarming to learn of the many lives whom he touched through his ministry, mentorship, encouraging words or just flashing his contagious million dollar smile. I am truly honoured to have played a small role in his life story. Continue to sleep peacefully Uncle Cyril! I love you!
Delrose Mingo-Rashad - Niece
IN LOVING MEMORY OF CYRIL E. MCMILLAN
By: Philip K. Franks (on behalf of Tony Franks & myself)
Cyril, simply put, you were the one who accepted the task of overseeing a large part of the raising of Tony and me, particularly given the lack of adequate fatherly presence. Growing up on McQuay Street as first cousins (Bahamians say: two sista chirren dem), and living across from each other, you shaped our lives in ways that words can scarcely capture. Tony has now passed, but I feel entitled to take the liberty of speaking for both of us.
You were fifteen years older, already an adult by the time we became teenagers. Yet, the youthful spirit you carried throughout your life drew us naturally toward your care.
You and Tony shared a love for swimming and boating—both of you with those strong “beach bodies,” which was never my gift. But my sharper memories are of working summers with you building houses: early mornings, long hot days under the sun, bread and cheese + a 20 oz Tropicola from Mortimer’s on Fox Hill Road. That was more than half a century ago, yet the flavors, lessons of tools, processes, and responsibility still undergird much of what I do today.
As the years passed, life pulled us in different directions. There were stretches when we didn’t speak as often—careers, families, and distance sometimes got in the way. But the bond never disappeared. It remained steady, waiting quietly in the background, unbroken. And when we found our way back to each other, it was as though no time had passed at all. That’s the kind of connection we had—effortless, timeless, and grounded in love.
You carried a quiet strength—never loud, never demanding, but always there. You gave wisdom without judgment, never “preachy”, support without condition. Your presence alone was a comfort, a reminder that some relationships don’t need constant tending to remain robust and strong.
What I admired most was how you showed up for people. There was comfort in your consistency—in knowing that no matter how much time passed, we were still us, and we were still good. That kind of certainty is rare, and it is precious.
You approached the world with quiet determination, thoughtful words, and unwavering loyalty to those you loved. No grand gestures, just a resolute, sturdy, steady commitment. Your care for your Mama (my Aunt Pearl), your dedication to your faith and your church and the children you raised stand as living proof of that legacy.
I am no expert, but I believe Bessie Anderson Stanley must have had you in mind when she wrote these words:
That Man Is A Success
That man is a success
Who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; Who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of children; Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; Who leaves the world better than he found it, Whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Who never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty, Or failed to express it; Who looked for the best in others, And gave the best he had.
So rest now, my dear cousin Cyril. You have lived well, and you have done your very best.
Cyril Edroy McMillan
MESSAGE OF GRATITUDE
We, the family extend our sincere thanks and appreciation to the many friends and family for each and every act of kindness shown to us during this most difficult time. Your prayers, visits, calls, messages and well wishes will always be remembered. We Sincerely Thank Everyone of You
The Family
PALLBEARERS
Mr. Asher-Craig Williams
Mr. Michael Toote Jr.
Mr. Charles Gardiner
Mr. Rodgers Wilson
Mr. Chez Wallace
Mr. Ricardo Reid
HONORARY PALLBEARERS
Dr. Edroy McMillan
Dr. Leslie McMillan
Dr. Wendell McMillan
Pastor Craig Williams
Mr. Albert Roy Thomas
Mr. Emiel Humes
Funeral Service Entrusted To: P.O.
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