Myriah Zoe Anntoinette Johnson February 23, 1981 - November 23, 2016

On February 23, 1981, a beautiful baby girl was born at Valley General Hospital in Monroe, Washington. I named her Myriah Zoe Anntoinette Johnson. At six weeks old, Myriah was diagnosed with a terminal blood disease and given six months to live. The doctors didn’t know how strong this little girl would be! Myriah stayed healthy long enough to graduate with her class at Sultan High School and headed into adulthood.
During the last few years, Myriah had one setback after another. Each time she fought her way back, but the odds were stacked against her. After years of pain and struggle, Myriah discarded her earthly body and died on November 23, 2016. She went peacefully, in her sleep. Myriah had spent her last day on earth Christmas shopping for people she cared about.  
During her lifetime, Myriah cared for animals. She lavished love on numerous cats (she dressed them in baby clothes and bathed them, much to their chagrin!). And she loved her chihuahuas most of all.
Myriah spent six months in hospitals last year, and although she fought and defeated death at its very door, she had lost too much to survive much longer. I was fortunate to spend several of her last weeks with her. I saw how she had to struggle daily just to survive as her body got weaker. On one of Myriah’s “good” days, we went shopping and she LOVED all the Halloween decorations.     
Myriah’s love for her dog Millie NEVER wavered. And she would be so happy to know that her beloved Godmother, Donna Rice from Startup, WA is now Millie’s new Mother.
My sad but grateful heart thanks Myriah’s Godmother, Donna Rice for her love and caring these last ten months. Myriah also dearly loved her father, Richard Johnson, of Gold Bar and her dearest lifelong friend, Josh Erikison, and me, her Mom, from Colorado.         
Everyone says that Myriah is in a better place, I pray this is so.
Myriah touched many lives with her kindness and generosity. I know that Myriah never feels sick or sad or lonely anymore. No more struggles, my baby. You are free!!
Thank you for letting me be your Mom. With deep and endless love, MOM
Memorial Services to be announced.

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