The Honorable Justice Donna Marie Mills crossed the river Jordan on Sunday, May 16, 2021, in Mount Vernon, New York. On April 22, 1953, Donna was born to the union of Curtis L. Mills and Eloise Johnson Mills in New York City. Donna earned her Bachelors' Degree from the State University of New York at Stony Brook, 1972. She received a Juris Doctorate from Hofstra University, School of Law, in 1976. Upon completing her law degree, Donna became a law assistant for the New York State Unified Court System from 1977 until 1978. She became a Assistant District Attorney in Queens County. Thereafter, she was appointed as a Commissioner and Administrative Judge for New York State, Division of Parole. In 1993, she was elected in the Bronx County to serve as Civil Court Judge for the City of New York. In 1998 Justice Mills was duly elected to the New York Supreme Court, where she presided for a term of fourteen years. By 2012, in a competitive two-seat general election against three candidates. Justice Mills competition with thirty-seven percent of the vote electing her to the Bronx County Supreme Court, where she served until her retirement this year. Donna was an eclectic collector of myriad items of art and music. She was a proud member of the Democratic Party and would debate for hours. Justice Mills enjoyed reading, dancing, and analyzing the true meaning of life, the stars, and one's moral compass. She was a member of Abyssinian Baptist Church and served faithfully as a Trustee, Missionary, Usher, Praying Band, and Sunday School Teacher. Donna had a vivacious spirit, and in her darkest moments, she kept faith and held onto the truth. She showed her devotion to God through prayer and the service of others. Part of that service would be to connect with her "Godchildren", ministering to their goals, needs, and dreams. Donna's work went beyond the courthouse,into the streets of New York City, Mount Vernon, Yonkers, the Bronx, Atlanta, D.C. Baltimore, and beyond. She worked to educate and advocate for those who were often in need. She had the ability the encompass the role of "Mom", "Aunt", "Godmother", and "Boss-lady" these endearments brought out the best in the people she encountered, especially her daughter and two grandchildren, John Jr., (J.J.) and Teddy, who were her light, joy, and peace. She was so impactful that her daughter and grandchildren shared the same crusade of inclusivity within their own community and loved witnessing every moment of it. Justice Mills was a brilliant, wise, sensitive individual who loved her family. She is preceded in death by her father, mother, and sister; Curtis Lorna Hill. She leaves to cherish her memory, mourn and learn from her example; Daughter, Rikkia Mills; Grandsons; John and Theodore Mills; Nephew, Amilcar Hill; Nieces; Zoe Scruggs and Rhaw Hill; Great-Grand-Nephew, Solace Hill; Husband, William O Low; Stepchildren; Terri Low, Nefeterri A, Low, Halima F. Low, Anzinga F. Low, and Fatima T. Low; a wealth of cousins, other relatives, friends, colleagues, and the community she loved. Live Your Life So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. Chief Tecumseh (1768-1813)