SEARSPORT – With much sadness, the family of Thelma M. (Monroe) Gray Miller, 90, would like to acknowledge her passing on Sunday, March 28, 2004, at Waldo County General Hospital, Belfast, with her family by her side. Thelma was born Feb. 18, 1914, in Searsport, the daughter of Jennie (Coffin) and Benjamin Monroe. She resided in Searsport for all her life, and as a child often lived with her grandparents, James and Edna Coffin. Thelma was a hard-working woman, she loved her family, her cat, Buffy, her flower gardens, birds, traveling, and was a member of the Knyvetta Rebekah’s, Searsport. She was predeceased by her mother and father, Jennie and Benjamin Monroe; a brother, Fred Fields; her husband, Perley L. Gray; and later her husband, Earl Miller; and a stepdaughter, Ellie Miller. She is survived by her daughter, Pauline Fernald and husband, Frank, of Winslow; a daughter, Roselyn Bean of Belfast; and a son, Robert Gray of Searsport; grandchildren, Richard Foss and wife, Linda, Roberta and husband, Wallace Kimball, Stephanie Evans, Daphne Wilson, Gregory Bean and wife, Donna, Cassandra Bean and Tammy Jane Drake; 11 great-grandchildren; and seven great-great-grandchildren. She is also survived by a sister and her husband, Euretta and George Myers of Rockland. There will be no calling hours, at her request and a graveside service at Elmwood Cemetery, Searsport, will be held for the family at their convenience, later. Arrangements by Young Funeral Home, 31 West Main St., Searsport. As a tribute to our MOM who worked many hours in her gardens and loved her flowers, we dedicate the following: God’s Flowers When I walked around my garden, the lovely flowers to see… I often had the feeling, God was very near to me… I could see the hands of heaven, Many miracles to attain.. In the gracefulness and beauty, Looming all along each lane… When I saw their pastel colors, Underneath the sunny sky… I was sure that angels painted, them last night while they were passing by… And no doubt the pearly dewdrops, that I found at dawn today.. They had brought to wash theirs brushes, Just before they flew away… I was always very grateful, when my garden flowers would grow… For I thought artistic angels, made their fragile petals glow.