Maureen Cecile Dugan

November 11, 1954 - July 19, 2022
Maureen Cecile Dugan


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Maureen Cecile Dugan, 67, of Wilmington, NC, died at home on the morning of July 19, 2022.

Maureen was a therapist with the Healing Arts Network at New Hanover County Regional Medical Center for over fifteen years and had a lifelong passion for helping others. Maureen was a gifted artist and creator.

Maureen was preceded in death by her older brother Christopher Dugan and is survived by her younger sisters Carol Carter and Louise True. She leaves behind a longtime partner, Jeffrey Wyatt. She is also survived by her nieces and nephews Catherine Gray, Ian Dugan, Thomas Carter, Sarah Meadows, Joanne Dallas, and Rhory, Nicholas, and Alexander True. She left us too soon.

The family requests those who wish to express sympathy to consider making a donation to their favorite charity in Maureen’s name.

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  • July 31, 2022
    J.F.Quiet says:
    PSALM FOR MO, SUNG BY J.F. ( an early tribute) My true love's ankle shines silver hearts all the time for she's my valentine-- with stars above for my sign. Under sky's blanket she stands. Except for her anklet, nude she commands, walking with grace upon soft beach sands-- while I race to meet her loving hands. For my ship, I had plotted a course to your shores. By the beacon I'd spotted your lighthouse "D'amore". Yet shallow reefs lay hidden in darkness before me that my ship soon slid in-- shivered timbers soon tore! Made stupid by cupid, became ghost of the sea; stranded off your coast I cannot get free. So I sing from the depths of rapture so deep, captured and kept, I will never sleep. I haunt your thoughts, jingle jangle your dreams-- mingle angles for means to any ends... I've got to anchor at your dock. No farther than your harbor, as your spook I can talk-- of my habitual ardour. For when I'm with you, I'm cock of the block; the sock in your shoe; the stock of your stew. You've cooked me so tender, chopping up my meat. Hooked and hung me to render me meal and treat, shook me in your blender, your smoothie can't be beat! Together we taste it, our love we've basted whenever we meet in the warmth of the night or any broad daylight! -- by J.F.Quiet (...title assistance by cousin Carla)

  • July 31, 2022
    J.F.Quiet posted an image:
    Lovely Mo, little A-Man, and J.F. Lucky, one ancient, and long ago, beautiful winter day...
    Lovely Mo, little A-Man, and J.F. Lucky, one ancient, and long ago, beautiful winter day...

  • July 29, 2022
    Marci Staten says:
    Maureen is a spirit unlike any I'd met. When I worked with her on the Oncology floor(8th floor) at NHRMC she was so gentle, loving, accepting.... full of love and life and kindness that exuded from her. I ran into her in the last few years and she hadn't changed at all. Kind and thoughtful with a twinkle in her eyes, sharing the joys of her life. It was always a good day to see her supporting the patients, she truly was a gifted beautiful woman who humbly made the world suffer less. Peace be with you now Maureen. with love and utmost respect....Marci RN