With sad hearts we will try to write the obituary of our beloved Sister in Christ, our loved one, whom we
loved so much.

     Annette Miller Whitaker of Blair Branch was born into the home of Mavis Halcomb Miller and the late James
Miller.  Annette was born on October 13, 1962 and she passed from this life on October 5, 2003, being 40
years, 11 months, and 22 days of age.  She had one son, Lonis Ray Morris, whom she loved so much.  She
had one brother, Ronnie Miller of Blackey, Kentucky, and one brother preceded her in death, Tommy Ray
Miller.  Annette had two sisters, Connie Crase and Charity Ann Caudill, both are from Letcher, Kentucky.

     Later in life Annette met and married Allen Ward Whitaker.  She had one step-son, James Allen Whitaker,
and she loved him.  Annette worked hard to help raise both of the children.  She worked and went to college to
better herself in life.  With all of her hard work, she got several degrees and a good job.

     Soon Annette became ill.  The doctors could not find what was causing her pain.  She went to Central
Baptist Hospital and they found a tumor.  She had terrible pain for about 3 years.  She went to several different
hospitals trying to find relief from her pain.  She went to the Cancer Center of America in Illinois for a while to
get ease from her pain.  The week before she went to Illinois she called Sister Sylvania Whitaker and said
“God has forgiven me down on my knees praying.”  This was in November of 2002.

     The night before she went to Illinois, Brother Virgil Combs and some brothers and sisters came to sing and
pray for her.  She praised the Lord and told them God had saved her.  On July 22, 2003 she joined the Dixon
Memorial Church but was never able to be baptized.  Annette told Sister Sylvania “I hat to leave my family, but I
just want ease or peace.”  God gave her both.  We hope to meet you again, Sister Annette.

                             Written by Brother and Sister in Christ,
                             Allen and Sylvania Whitaker
Annette Miller Whitaker
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you,
And whispered come with me.

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
And saw you fade away,
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove
He only takes the best.