James A. Miller

Tonight the cross shines brightly over our beautiful valley in loving memory of my father James A. Miller. My father was a man of silent strength. Everyone that knew him loved him. I couldn’t have been more proud of my dad. He is finally free of a body that gave him so many struggles and so much pain. “Spread your wings and fly. We will be miss you in this life but shall someday see you again. I love you Dad.” ^j^