Marian Robinson, the mother of former First Lady Michelle Obama and a beloved matriarch of the Obama family, has passed away at the age of 86. Her death was confirmed in a statement released by the Obama family on Friday, which noted that she died peacefully in the morning hours surrounded by loved ones.
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