My daddy, Milton Sutton, passed away peacefully in his sleep on November 5, 2016 at age 102. Until a massive stroke the week before, he retained his characteristic optimism and wit. He was still active, even enthusiastically participating in a weekly Zumba class. We will miss him, but we are so very thankful for his long, full life and for his special enjoyment in recent months of visits from his newest (fourth) great-grandson, Caleb; the sweet reenactment in his apartment of the wedding of his grandson Adam and his wife, Kristin; learning of his granddaughter, Becky’s, engagement to Dan; and his joyful 102nd birthday party.
In recent days, employees at his residence in Cambridge, Cadbury Commons, have shared with us how much they loved our dad—from his beloved aides to the chef, who plans to rename my dad’s favorite lunch, Milton’s Lentil Soup.
Milton Sutton had a distinguished creative career in advertising, which you can read about here.
Due to his love for and facility with words, my dad was a major influence on my writing. He would read over my homework and suggest eliminating unnecessary words–in advertising, you need to be succinct.
My dad and I shared a sense of humor and never failed to find something to chuckle about. He never lost the twinkle in his eye. I loved the sound of his laugh.