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- [Westmoreland.FTW] Obituary for The Rock Island Argus Joseph Charles Miller, 82, Rock Island, died Friday, May 28, 1999, at Rosewood Care Center, Moline. Services will be 10:30 A.M. Wednesday at Rock Island Church of the Nazarene, Rock Island. The Rev. Richard Barriger will officiate. Burial will be in Memorial Park Cemetery, Rock Island. Visitation will be from 4 to 7 P.M. Tuesday at Hodgson Funeral Home Ltd., Rock Island. Memorials may be made to Rock Island Church of the Nazarene. Mr. Miller was born Dec. 22, 1916, in Lohman, MO, the son of John A. and Meda Schaub Miller. He married Betty Westmoland Nov. 20, 1949, in Rock Island. He had previously been employed at Oscar Johnson & Son, Rock Island, and Redjacket Pump Factory, Davenport, for 10 years. He went to work at International Harvester, East Moline, as a maintenance carpenter for 17 1/2 years until his retirement in 1983. He was an WW II Army veteran, serving as a combat engineer. He was a member of the Rock Island Church of the Nazarene, VFW Post 569, Milan, and had volunteered for RSVP. Survivors include his wife, Betty; daughters, Joan Richards, Omaha, Neb., and Martha Grindstaff, Maryville, Tenn.; and two grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his parents and two brothers. A note to all who read this poem: I wrote this poem for my Grandpa's memorial at church. I will always remember my Grandpa as an amazing person and all the words of this poem are true. I cannot take full credit for this poem for it was inspired by a wonderful man named Joe Miller without whom I couldn't have written it. I am thankful that I am saved and look forward to the day when I will get to Heaven and again feel his comforting embrace. He is dearly missed. Grandpa's Hands In the beginning Grandpa's hands were young and strong, he played as a child, but not for long. As time went on his hands worked for his education and then he was drafted to work for his nation. IN World War II he worked as a medic and combat engineer, so that others would no longer have to live in fear. Then to IL he came back to live And to the Lord his life he did give. He soon met up with Grandma And in her heart he saw the place to which his love could fall. Grandma and Grandpa joined hands in love, and the Lord's blessings rained down from above. These blessings came in the form of two, As Grandpa held them in his loving arms they would coo. As these two grew the hands weren't always gentle, when in mischief the two ornery girls would meddle. But Grandpa's hands stayed full of love, even though the girls would sometimes feel a pat from above. When the girls left home his hands were toilsome again, as he clasped his hands and prayed for them. The younger girl had her blessing in the form of one, a little girl, full of love. It was now that Grandpa's hands were the gentlest He thought that his granddaughter was the best. His hands were always gentle yet strong, she never had to worry about Grandpa correcting her if she was wrong. The years flew by, and his hands grew weak His body no longer strong, but meek. As he laid in bed, he held Grandma's hand, not much was said. When she left him that evening she did not know that very soon to Heaven his soul would go. He went to sleep that night to wake in the arms of the Lord of his life. What a blessing Grandpa's hands were to me, for the love they sowed for his whole family. On this earth we can never again hold the man who to us was more precious than gold. Ruth Ann Raithel May 28, 2000 "I can do all things through Christ who strengtheneth me.",Phillipians 4:13
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My Genealogy Data
1916 - 1999 (82 years)
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