COLBERT, Okla. - John Miller was born in Colbert, Okla. on December 16, 1934 to Hugh and Irene (Anderson) Miller. He left this world very peacefully on Friday, June 21, 2013 at his home in Colbert at the age of 78, in the care of his loving family.
John graduated from Colbert High School in 1953 and moved to Dallas where he enlisted in the Army
. After his military service was completed, he owned and operated Daltrak Truck Driving School in Garland, and was a long-haul truck driver until his retirement in 1997. He loved the 'outdoors' and spent the majority of what spare time he had, making his yard beautiful and taking his family on camping and fishing trips.
He was preceded in death by his parents; two sisters, Joyce Riley and Jeanette Lee; son, Craig Miller;n and grandson, Bryan Lee Miller. He leaves behind his wife of 44 years, Marylin of Colbert, Okla.; daughter, Kristi Sharp of Yuba, Okla.; son, Johnny Miller of Anna; son, Michael Miller of Winder, Ga.; stepson, Randall Cambridge of Missoula, Mont.; 10 grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren, and a whole host of wonderful family and friends. Cremation has taken place with Brown's Funeral Service of Durant, Okla. in charge of the arrangements and condolences can be left online at www.brownsfuneralservice.com.
He made very clear to all his family that he wanted no solemn or somber memorial service after his passing. So, in keeping with his wishes, we're going to have what he wanted, a "barbecue get- together" from 11 a.m. -2 p.m. on Saturday, July 6, 2013 at the Colbert Senior Citizens Center. All of his extended family and friends are invited and it will be a time to share a meal, talk a little bit and maybe remember some of the reasons we either loved him, or not, depending on what happened that day! Don't be sad for him. He enjoyed every minute of his life and given the opportunity, he probably wouldn't have changed a whole lot of it.So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
From the poem 'Thanatopsis' by William Cullen Bryant