Mildred "Tillie" Cooper

Mildred (Tillie) Cooper passed away peacefully on March 18, 2016 at age 95. She was born and lived her entire life in Renton, WA. She was married to George Cooper for 51 years and now joins him in peace. Tillie and George loved to spend time working around their home, Tillie could always be found in her gardens and working with her flower pots. She loved Daffodils, Tulips, Zinnias and her Begonias as well as taking care of her flowering trees. As for George, he worked on projects in his shop and kept everything at the house in ship shape. Tillie also enjoyed crafting over the years, and many of her friends received a project as a gift.

Tillie enjoyed visiting and keeping up to date with all of her neighbors; at first she may have appeared a little “tough minded”, but, as one got to know her well, she had a heart of gold. In the last few years of her life she really missed loosing so many friends and family. As you may know, she was an active walker along the Cedar River and exercise partner at the Renton Senior Center since George’s passing and made many new friends there.

Tillie kept track of all the family’s coming and goings, birthdays, and anniversaries, you could always expect to hear from her or get a card. She also loved to go to out to breakfast, lunch, or dinner whenever she got the chance with family and friends. She and George had often enjoyed meals out together and also traveling to Hawaii for vacations before his passing.

She is survived by her 4 step-children, Penny Lee Waldorf, Roxanne Lee Cooper, George Thomas Cooper Jr., and David August Cooper, as well as many nieces, nephews and step-grandchildren.

There will be no Memorial Services per her request, but remembrances in her name can be made to Northwest Center – For People of All Abilities.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!

– Anon