Written as only a son could…
She dressed like June Cleaver, ran her household like Donna Reed and was as stubborn as Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies. She had a fear of flying, never met a pair of shoes she liked, made backseat driving an art, harbored a general distrust of most foods and was a world-class worry wart. But there was never a kinder, more thoughtful soul on this planet. She should be remembered as an old-fashioned gal who appreciated the simpler things in life and always put her family’s needs ahead of her own. She finally left us after 87 years and, unquestionably, she left us all better people.
She sounds like quite the amazing woman.
My condolences go out to Robin Miller on the passing of his mom.