In Loving Memory of
JOHN MILLER

On October 17th, John’s spirit soared to the spirit world, leaving us to find solace in the many memories he created in his 90 years with us.

He was born May 3rd, 1935 to parents Mary and Joseph Miller near Humboldt, Saskatchewan, who had immigrated from Romania. The middle son in a family of 14- today two siblings remain, Edward and Jean.

John is survived by his sons Terry (Claire) and Dwayne (Margaret); grandchildren Cameron (Robyn), Katie (Mike), Kelsey, and Jodi (Al); four great-grandchildren—Mabel, Quinn, Maddie, and Max—as well as numerous nieces and nephews. His passing leaves a deep void in the hearts of his family, who will forever remember his unwavering love, guidance, and sense of humour.

He will also be deeply missed by Marie, his partner of over 30 years, and by her family—Denise (Ernie), Stephanie (Jamie), and Arielle (James)—all of whom loved and cherished him as one of their own. To them, John was more than a partner; he was a beloved dad and grandpa, whose warmth and generosity enriched every family gathering. Especially for the little ones, Gabriel and Lili, who adored their Papa John, his absence leaves a tremendous void in both families who were so blessed to call him theirs.

Great appreciation to doctors Soliman and Ritchie who for many years, always had the time for John; to the caring staff at Riverside Lions, we offer our heartfelt thanks.

John lived a full and active life, defined by his unwavering kindness, quiet strength, and deep connection to nature. After a long career as a locomotive engineer with the CN Railroad, retirement was time for John to indulge in his passions. He found his greatest joy at the cottage, where countless summers were spent casting lines, telling stories, working in his flower garden, and watching the sun rise over still waters on early morning fishing trips. Fishing wasn’t just a pastime for John—it was a way of connecting with the world, with family, and with himself.

At the lake, John was in his element—creative, resourceful, and endlessly energetic. He could build or fix just about anything, often using whatever he could find to make something useful or clever. From constructing the childhood swing set by hand, to inventing little lake gadgets and building shelves, to bouncing himself silly in the back of the ATV just so the kids could ride up front—John’s projects and playful spirit brought joy to everyone around him.

He had a gift for making ordinary moments special: teaching the grandkids to catch minnows and bait a hook, to play cards like adults, to pick berries patiently and eat until our bellies were full, and to appreciate the taste of something you grew or caught yourself. His walleye dinners, raspberry patches, and endless games of crib and Spite and Malice are woven into our happiest memories. Even in his later years, he remained sharp, spirited, and somehow unbeatable at cards.

The cottage was more than a place—it was home, a gathering spot for generations. Whether watching a storm roll in over the lake, sharing a good breakfast or just enjoying the quiet togetherness of family, John showed the beauty of simple pleasures and the importance of connection. No matter the distance, John made sure his family always felt close.

John will forever be remembered for his gentle nature, his mischievous sparkle when the fish were biting, and the deep love he gave so freely. The gap he leaves in our lives can never be filled, but the legacy of his kindness, laughter, and love will always remain.

A private celebration of John’s life will be held with family. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to Doctors Without Borders—an organization that reflects his compassion and care for others.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am a diamond glint on snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain,

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds encircling flight,

I am the soft star shine at night.

Do not stand by my grave and cry,

I am not there… I did not die.

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ETHICAL DEATH CARE

Cremation & Life Celebrations

1833 Portage Avenue - Winnipeg

204-421-5501 - www.ethicaldeathcare.com

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