Donald Paul Miller – Beloved Husband, Father and Grandfather
Born May 19, 1938 in Woodhull, Illinois to Alfred Emory and Zepha Beatrice Miller. He lived most of his adult life in Riverside and later moved to Hemet in his senior years. Don is survived by his wife Bernice Miller of 50 years and his children: son Greg Miller, daughter Terrie and Jim Ashby, son William and Jezel Wood, daughter Wendy and Steve Kaplan, son Les and Sherry Wood, and daughter Leigh Ann and Alan Bennett as well as his 17 grandchildren and 20 great grandchildren, plus 1 on the way.
From high school Don joined the Navy and then reenlisted in the Air force for a total of 5 years. He then started working for Riverside City Public Utilities as a lineman. Starting at the lowest position as a grunt and ending his career after 35 years in one of the highest positions as the superintendent. He had a very strong work ethic as well as believing in quality family time. He had long yearly vacations with his family touring the United States in a camper. On these vacations Don taught his children to love the outdoors through many outings filled with water skiing, snow skiing, fishing, camping, backpacking and hiking and also taught them history and geography even when they weren’t very excited about it.
In later years Don and Bernice traded the camper into for motor-home which was periodically traded in on a bigger and better model. They traveled constantly in their motor-home all over the United States, belonging to several motor-home clubs and meeting up constantly with family and friends along their way.
He was definitely a Father that loved his kids and grand-kids. We will miss him very much, and his love for us!! He could be an ornery old curmudgeon at times...many times actually, and very set in his ways, but he loved his Family with all he was, and had!! We will miss him every day, and look forward to the day we can see him again! God Bless you Dad/Don, and go easy on the angels ministering to you and helping you up there…k? Till we are all together again...
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.