Ms. Mildred was like another grandmother to me. She is one of the main factors that I am even up in Boston studying Deaf Education. Because of her, and the group known as the Card Sharks, I was taught ASL, how to play a mean round of Golf, Skipbo, and a few other games, what it meant to be happy with where you were in life, and how to have fun no matter your age. These ladies have watched over me since I was little and I considered them family.
At 103, Ms. Mildred was still sharp as a tack, a queen at Wii Bowling, and constantly complaining about how the Rangers needed to improve. (If someone would've driven her there, she would've whipped those players into shape.) Her age never stopped her from wanting to learn all that she could. And, although her eyesight was fading, she was always down for Facetime. It typically was a very entertaining affair as I would see a closeup of her eye because I was too small on the screen.
Ms. Mildred is exactly who I want to be when I grow up. A strong, godly woman who could still kick butt at card games or a round of baseball - even in a wheelchair. She will be dearly missed.
See you soon, Ms. Mildred.
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