1954-2019
David Kent Miller was born on December 11, 1954, in Enid, Oklahoma to Robert Dale Miller, Sr. and Evelyn Marie (Kight) Miller. He went peacefully from this life to be with the Lord on January 29, 2019, while surrounded by loving family members. David attended Garber High School in Garber, OK. He wanted to join the Marines, but due to having two older brothers already serving in Vietnam, his mother told him that she would shoot off his toe if he enlisted. After graduation, he went on to be a radiographer and spent the next 40 years in that profession until he retired.
David and his wife Rayma traveled a majority of the United States while camping in many national parks and visiting local sites along the way. He was adamant that everyone close to him knew how to take care of their vehicles and would provide expletive-filled guidance along the way.
He was preceded in death by his parents, his brother Jim, and his sister Julie. He is survived by his wife Rayma, his brother Bob and wife Kathy, five children, 11 grandchildren, and a host of nieces and nephews.
A memorial service will be held on Friday, February 1st at the Matthews Funeral Home Chapel in Edmond at 2:00 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, a donation can be made to Rebuilding Together OKC.
I went to grades 1-12 with David and lived just across the alley from middle school to high school, graduating in 1973. Though we lost touch over these many years, I always considered him a good friend. Just a few of the great memories I have of him.
I was there when the family got Tuffy the cocker spaniel with an overactive bladder.
His nickname was Newly as he had an uncanny resemblance to the character Newly O’Brian played by Buck Taylor on “Gunsmoke” a popular TV western back in the day.
He developed his shade tree mechanic/car maintenance skills along with the colorful language working on his ’50 Ford2D sedan. The same language was never used for the custom black ’57 Chevy.
The Ford had a large trunk and we duped my little brother into it. Slamming the lid down, we didn’t let him out until he squealed like a little girl (still carries the grudge).
He sold that ’50 Ford to my brother, his first car.
My deepest sympathies and God bless.
Dr Bill Nelson
Bill,
Though I doubt either of you remember me, I am Willy Wilcox’s littlest sister. I have great memories of you and David. I had the biggest crush on both of you growing up. I’m so sad to hear of David’s passing. I hope that William was one to great him when he arrived!