Gilbert Miller

Born: Cottonport, La on 01 February 1961

Passed away: Pineville, La on 17 February 2014

Aged: 53 years

Funeral Date: 19 February 2014

Service Details

Services for Gilbert O. Miller will be at 2PM, Wednesday, February 19, 2014 at Center Point Pentecostal Church, Center Point, LA with Rev. James Alton Paul, Rev. Douglas Belgard officiating. Visitation will be from 5PM until 10PM Tuesday, February 18th and from 8AM until time of service Wednesday, February 19th at Center Point Pentecostal Church. Interment will be at Vick Baptist Church Cemetery, Vick, LA under the direction of Magnolia Funeral Home, Alexandria.

Gilbert O. Miller, 53, passed away from this life on Monday, February 17, 2014 at Rapides Regional Medical Center. He was the epitome of love, kindness, generosity and devotion.

He was proceeded in death by his grandparents, Ellis and Josephine "Totie" Miller; Chuck and Romania McGraw; uncle Mervil Miller; and, aunt Laverne Lofton

Those left to cherish his memory include his wife, Tina Miller; son, Luke Miller and fiancé Alexis; daughter, Jamey Wiley and husband Toby; parents, Louise and Odell Miller; sister, Tammy Potmesil and husband Darren; and the love of his life, three grandchildren, Erin Danyelle Wiley, Wesley Jacob Wiley and Jakob Daniel Miller; nieces, aunts, uncles and other relatives.

Funeral Company

Magnolia Funeral Homes

The Story

I didn't realize it then, but one of the biggest lessons I learned from my Dad - the value of hard work. He woke up everyday, put on his shoes, and went to work to provide for our family. I could count on one hand how times my dad was sick. Even if he didn't feel good, he would get up and go to work. He truly believed that if you worked hard, treated people right, and with help from God, you could have a good Life. He showed strength and love right up until his last days with us. I hope that one day, when its my time to go, my children can look back, tell funny stories about me, and talk about how I loved them. Then, like my father, I will have led a complete life.

I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from me, the waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
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We are born to die, and die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth, we fully bloom in heaven. Life does not begin with our birth, nor does it end with death. Just because we cannot see you, does not mean you aren't here with us. I love and miss you dearly, until we meet again, your memory will live on in.

Jamey Wiley