Linda Miller passed away in the early morning hours this past Saturday at Carolina Reserve in Hendersonville NC. She was born in Donaldsonville GA but grew up in Tallahassee FL where she attended Leon High School and Florida State University. While living in Florida she worked as a substitute school teacher while raising her two young children. A long-time resident of Hendersonville she was a member of Opportunity House and the arts community. She worked at JC Penney and as an executive assistant for her husband John M. Miller, a Construction Engineer that preceded her in death. Her loving sister Marilyn Johnson preceded her in death as well. Her two sons, Terry and Mark could never have wished for a better mom. She hauled them and their friends everywhere they needed or wanted to go all the way through their school years. She was smart as a whip, always reading, hundreds and hundreds of books. A wordsmith, poet, writer, always conquering crossword puzzles, scrabble, word games nearly til the end.
A talented and amazing artist that could carry on conversations about art, music, philosophy, religion, science, architecture, gardening, you name it. She made the most of her 84 years. Regarded as a cat lover she had many that she cherished and loved through the years. She loved the beach being from Florida but fell in love with the mountains of Western North Carolina and was always drawn back to them.
She was known to family and extended family members as nearly always remembering to send birthday and Christmas cards. Even baking and mailing cakes for birthdays sometimes. She would mail articles out of newspapers and magazines of things she knew you would be interested in. She would email or call to let you know a band she knew you liked were on tour or had an album coming out. She was that kind of mom.
A lifelong FSU Seminoles fan she would love to watch the games, but when they started getting behind she’d cut the TV off saying she was jinxing them. We’ll always remember those fun times. She loved spending time in her flower garden with her cats following her everywhere while she hummed and worked away. She spent more time concerned about how everyone else was doing than she did about herself. She was absolutely one of a kind and will never be forgotten.
A private service will be held at a later date in Florida due to Covid.
This was one of her favorite poems by Mary Elizabeth Fry:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.