About once a year a 'mean spirited' obituary gets picked up on social media and it's passed around like a hot potato. Today I happen to see mention of one online and since I was enjoying an afternoon coffee break I was already at the computer and could look it up. Yep - sure enough. I don't know if it will be taken down in the future but today it's still up and readily available to read. (Source)
Cornelia June Rogers Miller, born June 12, 1934, in Morton, Miss., left us on Thursday, Feb. 23, 2017. She died alone after a long battle with drug addiction and depression.As of this afternoon no one knows for sure which family member wrote it but a son has been interviewed and it's been shared on numerous news sources online that he suspects it's one of his sisters.
She resided in Gainesville, Fla., and spent summers in Murphy until she, with her husband and son, moved to High Springs, Fla.
She is survived by her husband, Robert William Miller, 86; and her son, Robert William Miller, 62 who lives at home. She also is survived by two daughters, Marilyn Miller and Suzanne Amos. Each child had three children, brighter and more attractive than the generation before them. All nine are a testimony to a life well lived. Of the nine grandchildren, there are six great-grandchildren and two in the making.
We are thankful for the life that was issued forth because of June. We wish she could have appreciated the abundance of life she was given.
Drugs were a major love in her life as June had no hobbies, made no contribution to society and rarely shared a kind word or deed in her life.
Please let June Miller’s life be a cautionary tale. Addiction and hatred are no es bueno for the living. We speak for the majority of her family when we say her presence will not be missed by many, very few tears will be shed, and there will be no lamenting over her passing.
Her family will remember June, and amongst ourselves we will remember her in our own way, which were mostly sad and troubling times throughout the years. We may have some fond memories of her, and perhaps we will think of those times, too.
But we truly believe at the end of the day all of us will really only miss what we never had – a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. We hope she is finally at peace.
As for the rest of us left behind, we hope this is the beginning of a time of healing and learning to be a family again.
There will be no service, no prayers and no closure for the family she spent a lifetime tearing apart. We cannot come together in the end to see to it that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren can say their goodbyes. Her legacy is written.
So, we say here for all of us, “Goodbye, Mom.”
My thought was... if someone wasn't so great during their lifetime and had hurt others, including you, and you had the opportunity to write a truthful obituary (not saying this particular one is or not - it's just what got my brain cells thinking in this direction)... would you? Would you write a mean spirited obituary instead of a traditional 'loving' one or even a bare bones version with nothing but the facts?
Personally I don't think I would. I think I'd rather say nothing at all than to speak ill of the dead in publication. But... that's just me and I've never been in that situation in real life yet so I can only postulate.