Douglas C. Miller Jr. of Naples: May 19, 2013 at age 52. Survived by his wife Sandra; children, Tinnea Marie (TJ) Miller of Mass., Dakota K. Miller of Naples; step children, Michael (Chrissy) Knauf of Rochester, Stephanie (Osmin) Knauf of Long Island & Matthew Knauf of Rochester. father, Douglas (Patricia) Miller,Sr. of Naples; mother, Janet (Clarence) DeWaele of Holley. grandchild, Isabela. siblings, Ginny Parker of Spencerport, Dale (Timothy) Schmidt of Hemlock, Elizabeth (Daniel) Barry of Bristol Center, Michael (Leslie) Miller of Ohio. aunt, Diane Brunelle of Holley. nieces & nephews. He was an avid hunter & fisherman, with his own independent lifestyle.
Friends may call Friday 2 – 4 PM at Kevin W. Dougherty Funeral Home, Inc. 8624 Main St. Honeoye. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions maybe made to Douglas C. Miller, Jr. Childrens Educational Fund at Canandaigua National Bank, PO Box 132, Honeoye, NY 14471. To send condolences, visit:
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May 22, 2013
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Duane Miller,
Vancouver, Washington
May 22, 2013
Hey Doug,
Where do I begin? Which one, of the hundreds of stories we created together, could best sum up all the fun we had. Should I talk about the fresh water seashells we collected at Black Lake in 1966? How about the roadside stand we set up to sell the seashells in front of your parent’s house on Spencerport road. Maybe the countless times we got in trouble during the summer of 66′ when I lived with your family? Mr. Southcott, your neighbor, finally got tired of the roadside stand of ugly fresh water seashells and gave us each a dollar to shut the seashell stand down.
The years we hunted together had to be some of our best stories and memories. I could write a book on those memories. We had the most fun when we were out in the middle of nowhere scouting our next big deer hunt. We didn’t have a care or worry in the world when walking through dense woods, hot on the trail of a huge buck. Oh, the memories that are just as fresh as the day they happened. The stories I’ve shared of our times.
Cousin you have met our maker before me, but until its my time our memories live on with me. I’ll write the entire story someday, so those after us will know the crazy fun we had. Doug, when I moved to the west coast it was a hard decision. Parts of me seemed to die while other parts grew. It wasn’t until I learned of your passing that I realized one of the parts I of me I left in New York. It was you me best friend and all the good times we shared through the years. I miss you and wish we could have hunted elk together out here. I know we would have been a legendary team.
Love you man, Duane!
Duane Miller,
Vancouver, Washington