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Midge Miller And The Gift Of Friendship

April 17, 2009

A fixture of Madison passed away today.

Midge Miller, a political dynamo, and incredible personality was a force of good concerning so many causes that passed her way over the decades.  Many in Madison knew her for one of the many issues that she embraced and cared enough about to work all her will on so to make a difference.

But others knew Midge Miller far better than the news articles, and meetings where Midge would be present.

Wit Ylitalo, a dear lady in her mid-eighties who lives in Madison, was Midge’s best friend for 50 years.  When we think about that for just a minutes it is quite a remarkable thing.  For longer than I have been alive two people shared life experiences, traded family memories,  and embarked on life and all that it had to offer.  When I spoke with Wit today and offered her our sympathies she remarked concerning Midge “we never had a cross word with each other”.

“I don’t remember how we met,” Wit mused, “but I think it was when she came to my door for some reason.”  From then the two were friends.  “Her friendship was a gift.  It was so easy to be around her and laugh and share things with her.”

Wit smiled when I mentioned Midge’s vehicle, and the many bumper stickers for all sorts of causes.  With a laugh of memory Wit stated, ‘Well Midge said no matter where she went people knew she was there.”

Over the past week Wit was at the bedside of Midge.  At some point in the past days Wit told me that she was not able to converse with her dear friend, and I told her that just being there and holding her hand was all that needed to be done.  After all these years words were not needed.  The touch of friendship would be more powerful than mere words.

When it comes to these moments when a loved one is removed from the lives of family and friends it is important to remember why it hurts so much.   Because the one that is now absent was so special, and so loved.  In spite of the hurt I know that Wit understands the 50 years of memories goes on forever, and no one would trade the memories away just to miss the pain of this moment.  The tear today will again turn into a smile over those memories.

And when it comes to Midge Miller we have a rich treasure trove of memories to talk and smile about as a city for a long time.

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