After a long and valiant battle with cancer, James Douglas Miller passed away at home on the farm he loved June 20, 2007 surrounded by the love of his family.
Jim will be forever remembered by his wife Nancy, sons Lucas, Benjamin, Jesse, daughter Trudy, mother Phyllis, brother Garry Miller (Betty), sister Kit Collins (Gary) and his four nieces and their families. He was predeceased by his father Alexander B. Miller in 1980 and nephew Mike Collins in 2005.
Jim spent his life in Quesnel on the farm in Moose Heights. Raised in a proud agricultural family, he started as a young farm hand to his father, and grew to become a leader in the dairy industry of the North. Though always working long, hard days and having many commitments, he always made time for his family and the community. A respected hockey coach of nine years, a ski racing official, nine years as a director for the North Cariboo Grower’s Co-op and many years as the president of the Northern Interior Dairyman’s Association. Whatever task he took, he always brought the utmost professionalism and leadership.
Jim cherished his family above all else, whether coaching through sports, on holiday trips or just spending an evening with them, it was always the most enjoyable time of his life. Raising four kids with his wife Nancy on the farm, he instilled his qualities of organization, hard work and his spirit of optimism that will live on to be passed down for many generations to come.
A memorial service was held on June 25, 2007 at the Quesnel and District Seniors Center. Pallbearers were Lucas, Benjamin and Jesse Miller, Garry Miller, Gary Collins and Glen Mighton.
Jim’s wife Nancy and their children would like to gratefully thank the rest of the family, along with their friends for the tremendous outpouring of love and support over these difficult times. Special thanks to Josef Bauer, Kit Collins, Sarah Creamore, Jami Dillabough, Richard and the staff of Clayton’s Funeral Directors, Quesnel Home Nursing and Dr. Meek.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal;
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
(On an Irish tombstone)