Christopher Mills
I was born a month before Valerie. Our mothers being sisters, we were first cousins but we lived far apart, her in Florida, me in Massachusetts. We saw each other rarely. She visited me a bit more than I could visit her. We kept in touch through family news, but it wasn’t until later adulthood that we connected more meaningfully.
I acquired the ability and desire to travel and made a point of stopping by to see her whenever I was in Miami. The last time was about 5 years ago. She asked me not to come inside, because of Covid and her son was sleeping after a bad night. It was a fine day, we both needed exercise, so we walked and talked about our lives. We were keenly aware of our aging bodies and slowing minds, but as usual, she faced the future with serenity and acceptance.
Looking through old family photos now, I am struck by how consistently Valerie is calm, collected, and circumspect, no matter the circumstances. In all the 75 years I knew her, she followed her love of nature and adventure and never said anything mean or ugly to anyone. I am left with the clear image of a life well lived.
Rest in peace, dear cousin.
