Patricia "Pat" Miller

For those who knew her as Pat, Mom, Grandma Pat, or Martha, we gather today not just in grief, but in celebration of a bold, funny, and fiercely loving woman. Patricia “Pat” Miller, age 84, passed on to the place she always believed she was headed, leaving behind a legacy as wild, warm, and unforgettable as she was.

She is survived by her son (that’s me), three wonderful grandchildren—Monica, Gianna, and Joey—and three great-grandchildren—Payton, Lyaum, and Emory—along with countless others who knew her simply as “Mom.”

Pat had a wit as quick as her middle finger, always ready with a joke, a colorful word or two, and a sharp comeback that reminded you exactly who was in charge. She loved her animals like family, rooted hard for NASCAR (even if we joked it was just a bunch of left turns), and never stopped loving Cliff Miller. She was a woman who worked hard, played harder, and lived life unapologetically on her terms.

She wasn’t one to tiptoe through life quietly—she came in laughing, sometimes swearing, always loving, and left with the same fire. Today, we don’t mourn her end—we celebrate her next chapter. So good luck on the next journey, Mom. Say hey to Grandpa George, and tell him “Herm” says hi.

You will be missed, remembered, and forever loved.