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Ruth P Miller

December 28, 1928 - March 9, 2017

Service Date: March 17, 2017

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The world’s greatest love story came to an end this Thursday.

It began in 1950, when a nineteen-year-old, naive girl from Ashton Street in Dorchester, Mass. agreed to go out with a twenty-nine-year-old furrier named Henry Miller, after a mutual friend gave him her number. It was a blind date. By the end of the night Henry told her, “I’m gonna marry you.”

It was a laugh off. Especially since Ruthie had been going out with a few other guys at the time. Exploring her options. She was a hot ticket. But Henry was persistent. He never gave up. He’d be waiting for Ruthie at her house when she’d come home from other dates. Or at the airport when she returned from a vacation. Eventually, he wore her down. Ruthie decided to follow her heart. And in 1953, they married.

A year later they had their first child, Michael, and they moved into a duplex on Lorna Road in Mattapan. Ruthie and her family owned one half, her brother Joe and his family, the other. It was idyllic. And soon life became richer, when Ruthie welcomed a delicious, little girl into the picture. Her first daughter, and second child, Wendy. Or “Wendella” as Ruthie would say.

Life was good. Family vacations, close friends, relatives, plenty of love and the occasional shopping spree at Lord & Taylors. She wasn’t the type that needed expensive things. Her wealth was her family. And in that sense, she was a millionaire.

She had a calming presence. No matter who you were, she always used to say, “Don’t worry, everything will work out in the end.” “You gotta enjoy your life now, this isn’t a dress rehearsal.”

In 1972, they moved to Westwood, where they bought their dream home on Perry Drive. They rescued a beautiful Great Dane named Samantha. And purchased a Cadillac. Eventually, Michael went on to become a successful chiropractor (every Jewish mother’s dream) and a husband to Sheryl. He’d ultimately become the doctor for the New England Patriots. Ruthie and Henry never missed a game. She loved football and was so proud of her son. Every Sunday she could be found shouting happily at the TV. Many team members prayed for her health during this last season.

Meanwhile, Wendy met Norman and started a family of her own and it quickly became apparent how amazing Ruthie would be as a grandmother.

When her first grandson Stephen was born in 1980, she stayed up all night, wandering the halls with him in her arms so Wendy could rest. As more babies came along from both Wendy and Michael (Barry, Adam, Cory, Rachel), Ruthie and Henry were always first in line to take the grandkids for weekend sleepovers. They’d play ‘hot and cold,’ Rummikub, make up funny songs, go for walks and listen to Nana Ruthie tell hilarious jokes as she tickled their backs. She had the best nails for it. And every morning, she never seemed to mind burning the tips of her fingers to peel the kids an endless supply of perfectly hard boiled eggs.

She was selfless like that. All she wanted was to make sure everyone in her life was happy and healthy and that her children and grandchildren were taken care of.

The way she loved Wendy and Michael was the way Wendy and Michael loved their own kids. And how her grandchildren now, love her great grandchildren. The songs she sang, are the songs they sing. A Bushel and a Peck. ‘A’ You’re Adorable. She was delicious. She kvelled over her kids. And loved celebrating their birthdays, achievements, marriages and anniversaries.

So much love in so many generations. All because of one simple fact: Henry was persistent. And Ruthie said yes.

Ruthie was stunning. And constantly put together. She radiated grace. The woman always looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine — even if you bumped into her at Publix. She was a gorgeous blonde with movie star looks and flawless hair. If it was drizzling, she’d put a plastic shopping bag over her head to protect that hair. You never saw her without her nails done. There was a blue color she really liked. It was the last color she had on when she went into the hospital.

Ruthie was hilarious. And silly. She could roll with the punches and had great timing. For fun, she liked going to “the pictures,” dancing, traveling and playing Bingo. She played a lot of Bingo. Like 5,000 games. Her and Henry won at least 30 times. Ruthie enjoyed eating. She loved corned beef sandwiches, but the lean kind, not the fatty kind because the fatty kind would get stuck going down. Her favorite ice cream was mocha almond chip. And she always had butterscotch candies in her purse.

She was a good cook, made a mean stuffed cabbage and Gedempte chicken, but preferred eating out. Anyone who ever went out for dinner with her knew she was picky. She must’ve sent back a million meals during her lifetime. But that’s mainly because she never settled for anything. And also why her husband Henry was such a dream. He was perfect. He dedicated his life to making her happy. You’ve never seen anything like it. He’d do anything for her. Ruthie would name a place and Henry would drive. But he wouldn’t just drop her off. He’d sit patiently at the beauty parlor while she got her hair done. He’d carry her purse and patiently repeat himself over and over again when her hearing went. He’d tickle her back every night in bed to help her fall asleep. He worshipped the ground she walked on. It was love. The kind you see at the movies. And they had it in spades.

They were never separated. Except in the very end.

Ruthie, you will be very missed. By so many.

But most of all, by that twenty-nine-year-old kid, waiting for you on Ashton Street who just wouldn’t take no for an answer.

We love you.

Ruth Revis Miller was surrounded by her loved ones as she left us.

She is survived by her devoted husband Henry Her children Michael & Wendy Her daughter-in-law Sheryl & son-in-law Norman Her grandchildren Stephen, Barry, Adam, Cory & Rachel Her granddaughters-in-law Rachel & Jennifer Her great grandchildren Sydney, Ava & Elle Her many nieces & nephews Her loving caretaker & friend Cece

^None of this would’ve been possible without you.

The predeceased

Her parents Bertha & Charles Revis Her siblings Joseph, William and Edith Her brothers & sisters-in-law Rose, Hank, Shirley, Al, Rose, Pie, Hack, Frieda    

A  Memorial Service will be held at 2:00 PM on  Friday March 17th, 2017  at Riverside-Stanetsky Memorial Chapels, 7205 W. Atlantic Ave., Delray Beach, FL  33446



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