Sheila Murphy lived life on the side of the underdog.
Her son, Deacon Patrick Murphy-Racey, recalls a conversation he had with her shortly after she acquired her first cellphone.
“I could hear all this background noise, so I asked where she was,” he said.
She told him, “I’m downtown. They’re marching.”
He responded, “Who’s marching?”
“I don’t know,” the matriarch replied, “but I have to go join them.”