Patricia Lees Miller, age 90, resided in Winter Park, Florida, passed away on September 27, 2023.
She is survived by her spouse, Michael J. Miller, her sons, Guy (Leslie) Thibeault, and Stephen Thibeault (Carol), daughter Wendy (Rick) Conant, son Jon (Rhonda) Thibeault. She is also survived by her grandchildren, Jill Thibeault, William Thibeault (Kaitlin), Tricia (Pat) Mayo, Pierre Thibeault (Crystal), Natalie (David) Ryder, Dustin (Cristina) Thibeault, Laura Busque (Kyle) and Randy Charles along with her great grandchildren, Hunter Thibeault, Harlee Thibeault, Cyprus Thibeault, Julie Ryder, David Ryder, Jema Goody, Ethan Ryder, Aiden Ryder, Addison Thibeault, Jaxon Busque, Wylie Thibeault, and Levi Busque.
She is predeceased by her 2 grandchildren Kelly Bertrand and David Conant.
Pat was born in Middleboro, MA on February 24, 1933, to Ethel and Archie Britton. She had a sister Rita Burns and a brother Paul Britton who both died too soon.
Pat married at 18 and had 4 children. After a few years, she divorced and worked many odd jobs to support her children. She met husband #2 and moved to New York where she resided for 10 years before moving to Florida in 1978. After losing her second husband from an illness, she became a single lady once again for several years. During this time, she had some wild and crazy times. Then she met and married her third husband, the love of her life, Michael J. Miller. They spent many years traveling the U.S. and Canada in their fifth wheel. Each year at the end of several weeks of traveling all over, they spent a few months in New York visiting with her sons Guy and Stephen and her many grandchildren.
Pat loved her family with passion, and she was fiercely protective and loving of them. In fact, her grandchildren lovingly nicknamed her Gram Kickass because nobody could say one negative word about any of us unless they wanted a fight. She was loved by all who met her because of her huge personality, her funny stories, and the love she had for family. She loved to tell stories about her escapades during her single years and her travelling years and we would laugh and laugh about them and tell them over and over to others because they were so funny. We often asked her to tell us who her favorite child was, but she would never admit what we already knew. The grandchildren had the same question regarding them, but the jury is still out. She will be sorely missed but she will never be forgotten because no matter who her favorite was, she was ours.