Lila B King

Lila B. King, a devoted homemaker and cherished matriarch, departed this life on January 10, 2026, in Plymouth, Michigan, at the age of 95. Born on September 30, 1930, in New Kensington, Pennsylvania, Lila was a beacon of love and warmth to those fortunate enough to know her.

Lila lived a life steeped in family values and unconditional love. She was the beloved mother of her late daughter, Terrie King, and the devoted wife of Thomas B. King, whom she married in October 1949 and with whom she shared a lifetime until his passing in July of 2018. Together, they created a nurturing home filled with laughter, compassion, and the joy of family.

She is survived by her loving children, Valerie (Pete) Peters and Pamela (Robert) Elliott, who carry forward her legacy of kindness and strength. Lila took great pride in her grandchildren, Adam (Lisa) Peters, Andrew (Maureen) Peters, Adrienne (Chris) Hines, Jessica Bowling, Heather (Gaurav) Sethi, Danielle Schall, and Jake Elliott. Her joy only multiplied with the arrival of her 14 great-grandchildren, who brought immense happiness to her later years.

Private family services are planned.

Lila B. King will be remembered for her unwavering devotion to her family, the love she imparted, and the countless memories she created with her loved ones. She found beauty in everything. Her spirit will forever remain a guiding light in the lives she touched.

Springtime Garden - When We Think of You. Mom

The garden calls in springtime when earthy smells are new

When winter thaws are over leaving morning dew.

As robins hop all over collecting nesting things

Our silent thoughts are of you and all that loving brings.

A brisk walk in the summer when warm rays touch your face

Moving proudly forward picking up the pace

The cardinal’s friendly answer so clear and loud and true

The finches at the feeder make us think of you.

Cozy spots indoors and out inviting comfort fine

After a productive day appreciating time.

Music for all occasions songs of joy and jest

They will make us think of you the old ones and the best

Soaking in the kitchen sink drying dish and spoon

Pouring over magazines searching for latest swoon

Loving family, maker, mate selfless you have been

We would be remiss to say we copy you again

You say we don’t remember  the things you do or say

But all the things you speak of you model them this way

The garden calls in autumn flowers at their best

Changing are the seasons happily, at rest.

What will we do when we don’t have you?