Absorbing and making phone calls

While I was waiting for the phone calls returned or answered, I tried to put some of my thought into words to describe him.

David Miller was an extraordinary human being with a head full of baseball stats, a heart full of love for his family, loads of talent at the end of his fingertips.

It was almost love at first sight for both of us. Who knows what attracts people to each other but I am so glad it happened. 

He was always the art director, the job boss on our mutual landscaping jobs, the site manager when I was learning the ends and outs of remodeling a new home. He was the note taker, instruction reader when we were learning how to take care of a newborn. 

I think his proudest, most happy moments when he spend years with Matt during the “little league” phase of our lives. I cooked hot dogs at the “snack shack” and David kept meticulous records on batting order and stats for the kids. I never understood the passion with baseball but I was just glad he had it and got to enjoy it with his son. 

He was the consummate perfectionist when it came to creating anything, whether it was a airbrushed illustration for work, a piece of furniture he was hand-building, growing the perfect lawn of green luscious grass, collecting music and making the perfect CD for Christmas. It was always perfectly done. He could spend a lot of time making perfect scrambled eggs for his granddaughter, Noah, because she thought his eggs were the best. Then he would put extra work into whipping up her chocolate milk. 

He started cooking breakfast with our first granddaughter, Mason when she was very young. This was their special Saturday morning activity together. She would sneak into the bedroom and wake up “Pawpaw” to come make pancakes. I hope these special memories survive as they get older. 

I know he passed on his good intentions and ethics to his son, Matthew. He was so proud of the father he had become. His grandkids were the light, he was drawn to them like a moth.

I think the one of a million things we will miss most is Christmas morning and David Milller’s infamous stockings stuffed with all the goodies he had collected throughout the year. Christmas will never be the same without him playing Santa. He loved to give gifts and shopped all year for the perfect gift for us. We could not wait for the stocking moments after the end of shredding packages open. The stockings we the “thing”. No matter how many times, I said, we don’t need anything, let’s don’t buy too many gifts. That was NOT his way. 

(pardon the dust) v-day gifts from David