Juanita (Addington) Miller


    
     With the help from the LORD, I will write an obituary
of my mother. She was born on August 13, 1924 to
William and Betty Pearl (Burke) Addington and went
into God’s loving arms on June 30, 2005, making her
stay on earth 80 years, 10 months and 17 days.
     She was married to Emil R. (Bob) Miller on February 14, 1942.
They were married for 58 glorious years before his sudden death on
March 10, 2000. She was preceded in death by her Dad in 1991 and
her Mom in 2001. Mom was the loving caregiver for her parents
from the time they moved to Monroe, Ohio in the mid 1980’s until
their deaths. She is survived by a son, William R. (Bob) Miller of
Monroe, Ohio and a daughter, Sharon (Shari) L. Miller of Middletown,
Ohio. She left behind a very precious daughter-in-law, Ruth A. (Carpenter)
Miller, who she always thought of as a daughter. She is survived
by 5 grandchildren, Barbara L. Brate (Jim) of Middletown,
Ohio, Robert S. Miller of Middletown, Ohio, Debra R. Starr (John)
of Carlisle, Ohio, Sharla N. Cantrell (Scott) of Xenia, Ohio, and Eric
J. Tutt (Amy) of Beavercreek, Ohio; nine great grandchildren,
Rebekah and Austin Brate, Logan Miller, Brian and Brooke Harris,
Calin and Lauren Cantrell, and Mickie and Raleigh Tutt; two brothers,
Ray Addington (Elizabeth) of Houston, Texas, and Bill Addington
(Dawn) of Ingram, Texas; and a sister, Charlotte Cartee (Bill) of Fountain
Hill, Arizona.
     Mom grew up in South Shore, Kentucky and graduated from
McKell High School in 1940. One of her teachers was Jesse Stuart,
author of many novels and poems. Her early family life was deeply
rooted in the Old Regular Baptist Church. Her grandfather, Mahlon
Burke, was a preacher in Pike County, Kentucky. The church in South
Shore, Kentucky was started in her Mom and Dad’s (Willie and Betty
Addington) house before they built the church house where it presently
resides.
     We have so many wonderful memories of Mom and Dad while
growing up, including the fun times spent doing family oriented things
that have become a lost virtue in our present society with everyone
going in different directions. I remember when Dad became a Deacon
in the Northern New Home Old Regular Baptist Church in
Goshen, Ohio. Mom faithfully went with Dad when visiting the sick
at their homes or at the hospital. This seemed to be on a weekly
basis. I remember them traveling to visit other church meetings, especially
those churches who on many occasions had visited their
church on their Sunday worship day. Mom was a co-owner of a Beauty
Shop in Monroe, Ohio in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s. This extra
money was earmarked for my education at Eastern Kentucky University.
Mom was always thinking of others and how she could help
them. She had a very Christ-like heart for giving.
She loved all her grandchildren and great- grandchildren. Up until
2000 she was still babysitting for her great-grandchildren and she
loved it, especially if it was a baby. I am sure the kids remember the
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, tomato soup, and, of course, grilled
cheese sandwiches.
     We will miss the family gatherings at Thanksgiving and Christmas
which were very special times in our family, the holding of hands
around the table before prayer and each person saying what they
were thankful for, and at Christmas, Dad reading out of the Bible the
story of Jesus and His birth and what it should mean to all of us
before the mad scramble to open presents. Those are all very precious
memories.
     Mom fought a very courageous battle with cancer for 3 years but
her faith in GOD never wavered. God loaned Mom to Ruth and I for
one glorious year when she moved in with us on July 1, 2004. The
memories of this year will stay with us always and we thank GOD
for this time. We had such good times and we loved to make her
laugh and smile. Our flesh would love to have her back as we miss
her so much but she is now worshipping GOD with Perfect Praise
and is waiting for that grand reunion we will have in Heaven someday
soon. That will be such a grand time, seeing Grandpa, Grandma,
Mom and Dad and all our loved ones who are born again.
Mom, we miss and love you so much. We are so proud that both
you and Dad “walked the walk as well as talked the talk.”

     Written by her son, Bob Miller.

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