On the 22nd of June 2022, Clare Paige Miller, passed away at the age of 70, surrounded by people that loved her. As with my father’s obituary, I requested to write this one in hopes to share the enormity of what the world has lost.
Although I only knew my mother for half her life, the time I did have with her was astonishing. She continuously created beauty in the world, whether through her originality
or through her kindness. You’d be hard-pressed to find anyone that disagrees.
Mom had a heart so big, it could have crushed this town. She was a constant example of how to treat others, always willing to put herself second, just to brighten someone else’s day. Throughout our lives, she gave me and my sister everything, even if it took a little piece of her in the process. When we had children of our own, she doubled down, finding any reason, occasion, or holiday to send us care packages, complete with handwritten notes.
In addition to her kind-heartedness, Mom was also an extremely talented artist. She always had a vision for something new, whether it be a fully beaded pair of Chuck Taylors, or a coffee table made from an old door and bowling balls. She created countless pieces and put them out into the world for others to enjoy. Our homes, our friends’ homes, and the homes of many strangers are filled with the fruits of her labor.
During the last couple of years of her life, Mom battled cancer, fighting it her way, even in the face of extreme adversity. She stood her ground, and never backed down, knowing that some days are diamonds, and some are rocks. While fighting this battle, she still found time to save a hundred-year-old farmhouse slated for destruction, moving it across town and slowly building it back into a home. This is just who she was.
I am privileged to have spent the last few days with Mom before her death, recounting our favorite stories, talking about what we want to be in our next life, and sharing excitement over my forthcoming second child, who, unfortunately, will never get to meet her. She faced all of this fearlessly, knowing that sometimes life will get you down, break your heart, and steal your crown.
Mom, it has been the honor of my life to be your son. Now that you’re gone, I hope you find your peace, among the wildflowers and somewhere you feel free. You and I will meet again. When we’re least expecting it. Somewhere in some far-off place. I will recognize your face. I won’t say goodbye my friend, for you and I will meet again.
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing. I do find comfort in the idea that somewhere, there is a seagull flying along a beautiful beach, taking in the sunset, and wearing a tie-dyed shirt.
Clare Paige Miller was born in 1952 to Gene and Marceille Miller. She is survived by her Sister, Brooke Bucy; her Daughter, Logan Dawson; Son, Decklan McGee; Granddaughters, Lily Auzenne and Ruby Dawson; and Grandson William McGee. In lieu of a service, we ask that you take a moment to reflect on your favorite story about Mom and pass on some kindness in the world.