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Gary Hicker posted a condolence
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
You were the mother of one of the best friends I’ve ever had. You were always very good to me and such a wonderful person. Rest In Peace. God will take good care of you for eternity.
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Karl Brohan posted a condolence
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Written for my Mom, Alice Brohan. Borne Alice Bilodeau of French extraction. She had a golden heart and was a disciplinarian. But then, she had to deal with the likes of me! Mom had an elegant, royal demeanor when mixing with guests. As a child, however, failure to obey or otherwise follow an order brought out “The Red Queen”. It was at this point you learned what it was like to annoy a French sailor……she could swear a blue streak in French as she was chasing you around!
I miss you, Mom!
Love,
Karl
The Queen by Karl Brohan 20 August 2013
The Queen.
You hear her long before she is seen.
Brisk footsteps signal a royal pace.
In only moments, we will see her face.
She enters, erect and head held high.
People pause and take notice, to see what is nigh.
Her image is regal and commands attention.
This is no interruption, but a royal intervention.
She moves about with elegance, seldom seen.
Silver hair, a smile and blue eyes that gleam.
Engaging conversation endears her to many.
Witty dialogue for all, she won’t miss any.
Orders were issued, in the Court of the Queen.
To disregard, soon brought punishment, to the scene.
“The boy, an instigator”, the nuns all said.
“The devil has his ear”, they said with dread.
In Church, a bored fidget, or squirm,
warrants a nail clad grip, I soon learn.
As a child I wonder my Mother’s intent.
My mischief, I realize, will soon be spent.
Her eyes round, an expression of anger,
my foolish fun, has put me in danger.
Her composure ended, French ire inside.
She sounds like a French sailor, as I try to hide.
Banished to my room, with fear in my mind,
I wait for Dad to come home, and tan my behind.
Discipline, discipline, march to the fife.
All that regal order, has molded my life.
With diligence and hard work, my success was had.
The Queen’s discipline, I realized, was not something bad.
I look back many, many, years ago.
Thank You, Mom, for your Queenly show.
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Craig Brohan posted a condolence
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Recently I lost the most precious woman in the world. My mother, Alice. She lived a full life….86 years worth. While she had been struggling with the slow progression of dementia for a few years, it wasn’t until she lost her husband, Chuck, that she really started to go, eventually succumbing to complications from another stroke.
My sister has done a great job taking care of Chuck’s arrangements, and the care of mom and her memorial. My mom lives on in her….all the strength, passion, love ……and stubbornness! I thank her for her service to Chuck and mom.
As I mentioned, my mother was an unstoppable force. Nothing stood in her way. And while always the lady, she had no trouble speaking her mind while using the most eloquent language! She had a fire in her eyes… and you didn’t want to be on her bad side. Yet, she was such a loving spirit. She loved all fully and openly. Always the one to strike up conversations with strangers, and quick to make one feel welcomed. That’s my mom. Gracious, generous to a fault, and forgiving. All the qualities that one would be blessed to possess.
I had a chance to tell her, whether she heard me or not, that one of the most important things she taught me was that life goes on after our body dies. This life is just a “parenthesis in eternity” as one of the books she gave me 30 years or so ago was entitled. I know you are with your mom, dad, brother and sisters…..and Chuck. You’re free now. No trouble breathing, walking, seeing or talking. Happily ever-after!
Thank you for loving me unconditionally all these years. I wish I could have perhaps made you more proud. But you always saw the best in me. I miss you. I will think of you often. Tell Chuck hi……
I love you.
Craig
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