|My Dad's mug converted into jewelry by Suzie Melbraaten Warner|
My Dad , Paul Edward Miller, was a younger sibling in a family with a dozen kids. When he was only 6 his Mother died and his oldest sister, Dorothy already was married and had children of her own, but she took over raising her siblings along with her family. She just told her Dad and her husband to turn their paychecks over to her and she'd make sure everyone had food, clothes and a home. Amazingly, she did it all and never asked for thanks.
Somehow, my Dad was so surrounded by love that he learned how to be the perfect friend and parent to children and everyone loved the games and adventures he would lead. Even the problems that came our way never slowed him down for long. When Mom couldn't get pregnant after I was born, he couldn't imagine raising an only child, so adoption came naturally wen I was 4 and my brother entered the family at 6 months old. But when he was 8 and my mom's Dr. suddenly informed her that her ulcer had a heartbeat, Dad was a bit nervous, "What? Am I supposed to hobble out on my walker to play catch?" asked the 40 year old man.
Then when he found out that this unexpected baby had Down's Syndrome, he proved once more that love ruled every decision he made, and tossed out the home health people who came to try and tell them that the only place that child should be placed was in an institution.
|My family after I returned from School in Beijing China in 1987|
|Mom and Dad around 1962|
|My Dad and maternal Grandfather selling Antlers in Cody Wyoming|
|Born to be a Grandpa|
|My Dad, Brother and son|
|Papa Paul never got enough Grandkid time|
|My family on fishing bridge in yellowstone 1977|
|Dad pulling us in the snow for hours|
|Dad, turning yellow from jaundice & only3 months to live|
|my brother and Dad in 1979|