Gram died Saturday night.

Maxine H. Miller, age 89 of Portland, Oregon died February 16, 2013. She passed peacefully at home surrounded by her family and loved ones.
Hattie Maxine was born to the late Seaborn Miles Findley and Era Leola Belle Bloodworth on October 13, 1923 in Dangerfield, Texas. She attended school in Oklahoma, and while working for the Defense Department during WWII, she met and married the late Edward James Faubel.
She made many friends while living in California, Colorado, Kansas and Washington before making her permanent home in Oregon.
She married the late Kenneth Charles Miller in 1979. She was an active member of the West Portland United Methodist Church for many years and Burlingame Baptist Church most recently.
She is survived by her son, VivaDaddy, granddaughter Viva_La_Revolution, grandsons Joshua, Brandon and Nicholas Revolution, all of Portland; and great-grandson Mini-Revolution of Tigard.
Memorial services will be held at Willamette National Cemetery (date, time). In lieu of flowers the family requests a donation in Maxine's name to your local food bank.


She 'got sick' 2 weeks ago. She had a low grade fever at first, then her temp went up and down, and she was coughing. We know now it was the first sign of her body shutting down, then we just thought it was a cold. She was dehydrated and my first thought was to get her to the hospital, get her juiced up and she'd be ok. Dad had to gently remind me that that's not what she wanted. He was right, she signed a DNR 5 years ago. A few days later when she started talking in her sleep and was difficult to wake we called Hospice.
The nurses were amazing, even though we had waited so long to call. They brought in oxygen, made sure she was comfortable, and talked us through every change and let us know what to expect. By the next day, she couldn't swallow pills anymore so they got her new liquid meds and then she was much more comfortable.
By Thursday she was no longer responding to us much, but was aware enough to swallow and aware enough to be very uncomfortable when we had to shift her or change her. By Friday, almost no response and was swallowing by reflex.
By Saturday, we had the ball rolling to get the middle son home from school, I thought she had a few days left. He talked to her over the cell phone we held to her ear, told her he loved her and would be home soon. Her mouth moved then for the only time that day. Her adopted granddaughter came over and said goodbye. Mini_Revolution spent the day with us, and we left her door open so she could hear him running around and playing. He's only 6 and her breathing by that time was in a word "scary" so he didn't visit with her, but she knew he was here.
About 7 in the evening I decided I'd better get a few hours sleep so I could take over at Midnight so Dad could get some sleep. I checked her hands and feet. They were still warm, ashy and a little dark, but no mottling, so I figured I would be okay laying down for awhile.
At 8 I was still laying there awake when he came in to tell me that she had stopped breathing.
She is at peace now, and catching up with her parents and siblings I'm sure. She was the last of them to go to heaven.

We love you Gram and will always hold you in our hearts.