Robert Wayne Miller
September 6, 1944 ~ March 21, 2017
Robert Wayne Miller, 73, passed away in the afternoon on Tuesday, March 21, 2017, at Austinburg Nursing and Rehabilitation Center after a fierce bout with colon and lung cancer. He was born September 6, 1944 in Cleveland to Theodore and Ethel (Kemp) Miller.
Bob served in the Army and was honorably discharged. He was a carpenter by trade and later worked as a foreman at True Temper in Geneva. Bob liked raising pigeons and camping. He loved nature and being outdoors. A great deer hunter, Bob was a member of the Big Bucks Club and Boone and Crocket.
Bob leaves behind children Shelly Hawk and Dr. Robert Miller; grandchildren Jeremy, Garret, Autumn, Robert; siblings Willa Miller, Lonny Miller, Edith Hribar, Richard Miller, Linda Miller, and Tim (Maryanne) Miller; former wives Cyndy Klawon and Erin Hobson.
Bob's final resting place will be East Trumbull cemetery where a private family burial will be observed.
The Behm Family Funeral Home of Geneva is serving the Miller family during this difficult time.
Friends may leave condolences online at www.behmfuneral.com
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My heart is filled with sadness, but I know Bob is in a better place celebrating his home-coming with his precious mother and father. We were very youg, when we married, but Bob loved us and we loved him. Please keep our children Rochelle & Robert In your prayers. My heart and love goes out to them and their families, as well as to Bob's surviving family members.
I am sorry to hear of your loss I hope that these scriptures at Job 14:14,15 and Revelation 21:4 will provide some comfort for the family and friends.
My condolences to the family. Losing a loved one is never easy. Death was never part of God's original purpose for mankind. May you take comfort in God's future promise to end all suffering and death on earth. Revelation 21:3, 4 and Isaiah 25:8)
Robert Wayne Miller is my father~ He was an amazing father- he taught me how to fish, shoot a gun, archery, but most importantly he taught I was loved- he taught me how to love & how to care for others. There were scary times in my life when just knowing this man was my father gave me the courage to make it through. The best story I can relate to anyone reading this to describe my dad is when he was talking about a snake he killed for my aunt Edith- his words, “I told her this snake was harmless- and it was good for controlling the chipmunks…those chipmunks are a nuisance, damned cute… but a nuisance- I had to raise a nest of them once… so cut- after they got older- running up my legs and riding on my shoulders… damn nuisance though” He was funny, and dark, intelligent & handsome. When he got home from working 3rd shift he'd wake me up- I'd sit on his lap and we'd eat cookies & milk while he read me stories. He was a beautiful human and the best father any little girl could hope for. And he gave me my name- Rochelle named after him with the Ro-bert. He set the bar high— no one will ever replace him in my eyes. I'm really happy that I had the opportunity to convey all that and more to him in the years before he passed. Love you daddy
Robert Wayne Miller is my father~ He was an amazing father- he taught me how to fish, shoot a gun, archery, but most importantly he taught I was loved- he taught me how to love & how to care for others. There were scary times in my life when just knowing this man was my father gave me the courage to make it through. The best story I can relate to anyone reading this to describe my dad is when he was talking about a snake he killed for my aunt Edith- his words, “I told her this snake was harmless- and it was good for controlling the chipmunks…those chipmunks are a nuisance, damned cute… but a nuisance- I had to raise a nest of them once… so cute- after they got older- running up my legs and riding on my shoulders… damn nuisance though” He was funny, and dark, intelligent & handsome. When he got home from working 3rd shift he'd wake me up- I'd sit on his lap and we'd eat cookies & milk while he read me stories. He was a beautiful human and the best father any little girl could hope for. And he gave me my name- Rochelle named after him with the Ro-bert. He set the bar high— no one will ever replace him in my eyes. I'm really happy that I had the opportunity to convey all that and more to him in the years before he passed. Love you daddy
I'm devastated to find this as the end to my search for Bob, my biological father. My name is April Tatum, born April Bereit in 1983. I am hoping to reconnect with my siblings. The last time I saw him I was twelve and I believe he worked at Metfab. I have positive memories of him singing and playing the guitar. april.tatum777@gmail.com