Stephen M. Miller

Steve and I pretty much grew up together, from pre-school through high school, down in Indiana. We spent much of our time on Lake Tippecanoe, hunting turtles (for pets or just to chase them), water skiing, and simply boating, but rarely fishing. He and my sister Peggy would ski, with her riding or standing on his shoulders (maybe with the help of another guy). He also would go over the ski jump, after he'd let Peggy off his shoulders, of course. Those were the days.

Please accept my sincere sympathy for your loss.PSALM 147:5,ASSURES US: OUR LORD IS GREAT AND IS MIGHTY IN POWER.HIS UNDERSTANDING IS BEYOND MEASURE.