David Miller(1846-1924)

MILLER, SIMS, SISLER

Posted By: Anne Hermann (email)
Date: 8/14/2008 at 07:45:49

Jackson Sentinel
March 4, 1924

Obituary

The entire community was thrown into a gloom of sadness when the news was flashed over the wires that David Miller, a highly respected resident, had passed away at the home of his daughter, Mrs. B. B. Sims, Wednesday, Feb. 27, 1924, although not unexpected.

He was born in New Castle, Pa., Dec. 10, 1846, and came to Jackson county when a lad of 8, where he has since resided, with the exception of a few years he spent with a daughter in Clinton and at Portage, Wis. He was united in marriage with Emma Sisler March 18, 1874, at Maquoketa, Iowa, who was called to her heavenly home 18 years ago, March 30th.

To this union were born 12 children, nine living and three having preceded him in death. Lula died in infancy and Roy and Charles later in manhood. Those left to mourn his demise are Nancy of Brady, Mont.; Nettie of Portage, Wis.; Maude of Preston, Ia.; Ora of Farmington, Mont.; Eva, Russell and Bessie of Spragueville, Myrtle of Clinton and Howard of Arizona; also an aged brother of Clay Center, Neb., besides a number of other relatives and countless friends.

While his age with failing health preyed heavily upon him the last few years, his loved ones did everything possible to eliminate his trials or add to his comfort. He has gone to join his beloved wife, where he so much longed to be. He will be sadly missed in the homes that are left fatherless, and none but those who have sat in the shadow of a great bereavement can justly weigh such a sorrow as this. Those who have gone down into the valley of suffering and stood for months by the side of a loved one, as hope after hope dropped away as the petals fall from a faded flower, knew that such anguish cannot find solace in the tenderest words.

He who has gone forth could not be supported on his solitary path by any earthly friend, his daughter, with a devotion few men and women are capable of, whose strength was given tenderly to this precious invalid, whose herole devotion never faltered, could not detain him by the clasp of earthly hands, but after the last word had been spoken, the last sign of recognition was given, his spirit was wafted away as peacefully as a summer breeze.

“The ways of Providence are beyond our knowledge – and we can only bow in submission to a power higher than ours.”