Robin Hood

The Robin Hood Foundation Of Danville Has Ended It's 2011 Season With Our Finale. Each Year The Day After Thanksgiving We Conduct Our Annual Blanket Drive. The Past 2 Years We Have Been Collecting Them In The K Mart Parking Lot Here In Danville.
We Promote What A Single Blanket On A Bed Can Do. By Placing A Blanket On A Bed At Night Allows You To Lower Your Thermostat. For Every Degree It Is Lowered You Save 3% On Your Power Bill. Save While You Sleep!
We Chose Black Friday Because It's The Busiest Shopping Day Of The Year. The Cooler Temperatures Are Also A Reminder That Not Everyone Is As Fortunate To Have A Blanket On Their Bed. It's Also The Season Of Giving. We Give To The Less Fortunate Because It's The Right Thing To Do. There Will Always Be Poor Amongst Us. The Lord Will Prosper You In Everything You Do For Them.
The Annual Paper Work Arrived From The State Of Illinois. In Order To Be Certified By The State You Must Have Your Board Of Directors In Place To Be Legally A Non Profit. With Sadness I Replaced My Son On The Board. I Left His Seat Vacated Since I Had Already Filed For 2011 Before His Death. I Have Other Directors And With Their Approval We Left It Vacant This Year In His Honor. Bobby Loved What The Foundation Stood For. It Was A Joy To See What It Meant To Him. Maybe I Can Send A Boy Or Girl To Summer Camp Each Year In Bobby's Memory. I Think He Would Be Proud To Have This Done For Him Each Summer.
In The Meantime Our Mission Is Finished For The Season. We Enter Into Hibernation Until April. The Blankets Were Delivered To The Abundant Life Pentacostal Church Of God. Today I Selected A Young Man Who Has Helped Me Numerous Times On My Truck This Past Summer. He Knew I Would Need The Help Since Bobby Passed Away. I Want To Welcome Richard Wallace As A New Director. He Joins Jan Owen And Brenda Bynam. All Of These Individuals I Trust Fully With Guiding Where The Robin Hood Foundation Of Danville Goes Into The Future.
I Must Hibernate My Body And My Mind Through The Winter Months In Hopes That The First Week Of April 2012 Brings Us Promises To Be Even The Best Year Yet.
Bobby, We Will Keep The Dream Alive.........

I Remember

It Was A Cool Crisp November Morning That I Last Saw My Son Alive. The Date November 22nd Was Always Etched In My Memory Because This Was The Date John F Kennedy Was Assassinated In 1963.
Little Did I Know Years Later A More Significant Event Would Over Shadow That Date. It's Been One Long And Agonizing Year Since I Last Saw You Bobby Joe. Not Too Many People Were Allowed To Call You That. To Everyone Else It Was Just Bobby.
When We Said Our Good Bye's That Day I Had No Idea It Would Be For The Last Time. Had I Known, That Day Would Have Been Much Different. I Would Have Told Him How Much Joy He Brought To My Life. He Believed In My Dream And I Had Hopes He Would Carry It On One Day. I Feel Cheated And Robbed.
Today I Don't Feel Whole. My Heart Is Broken And Every Day I Feel I Am Missing Something. Words Cannot Describe The Emptiness I Feel.
If God Had Only Hinted This Would Have Been My Last Moments With My Son I May Have Held Him Closer When We Hugged For The Last Time. I Would Have Told Him How Proud I Was Of Him For Trying To Turn His Life Around And Be A Better Person. Looking Back I Can Only Wish.
For Now I Can Only Hope That One Day I Will See My Son Again. Yes It Will Be In A Different Life Form, But All In All I Yearn For That Day.
It Seems Like There Were Many Obstacles And Hurdles Throughout This Past Year. Each Of Those Times Came A Reminder Of Moments When Things Were Good. No Thoughts Of Tragedy. Only Enjoying The Moment We Shared Of That Time.
One Night I Dreamed Of Seeing A Clock. Just A Plain Ordinary Clock, So I Thought. However This Clocks Hands Traveled In Reverse. The Minute Hand Would Travel To The Left Instead Of The Right. As I Stared At The Clock For What Seemed Like Hours, My Hopes Were For The Dream To Last Until The Time Reached To When Bobby Was Still Alive. My Dream Ended Before The Time Took Me Back To That Fateful Day. As No Surprise To Me All It Would Ever Be Was A Dream.
God Only Knows The Many Lives That Changed Because Of His Death. The Peace He Left Behind For Me Was His Plea For Me To Continue My Mission In Life. Even Though I Had Been Doing This For 25 Years He Never Actually Knew The Impact It Had On So Many Poverty Stricken People Until The Summer Of 2010. He Told Me One Very Hot Summer Day He Was Proud Of Me. He Saw Me Drenched In Sweat As I Was Unloading My Truck To A Family In Need. I Reminded Him We Should Always Give Of Ourselves To Help Those Less Fortunate. I Never Did It For The Recognition. I'd As Soon Wish To Do My Work And Steer Clear Of The Glory. I Have Never Been The Kind Of Person Who Says Look At What I Did. I Saw The Need And I Am Able To Help. I Will Continue My Mission Until I Am Unable To Perform The Labor It Requires. When That Day Arrives I Hope To Find That Right Person Who Will Have My Same Vision.
One Day As I Was Surfing The Internet I Ran Across Bobby's Old Myspace Account. As I Read His Profile It Came To The Part It Asked Who His Hero Was. He Said My Dad. Of Course I Cried After Reading It.
So Today All I Can Do Is Reflect On The 29 Years I Had With My Son. We Had Good Times And We Had Some Bad Times. All In All I Am Thankful To God For Allowing Me To Have Those 29 Years With Him. Getting To Know Him And Love Him. Sharing Common Interest That Created Memories For The Both Of Us. For Me Those Memories Will Be With Me Until The Day I Die.
So One Year Ago Today You Were On A Plane In The Sky Heading For What We All Thought Was A Better Life. As I Look Up Today I Do So In Sadness And The Pain In Missing You. However I Do Cling Onto Knowing I Was Your Hero And This Is What Motivates Me Today.
Please Lord Reserve A Spot Beside Him. Let Him Know His Hero Will Continue The Mission, Maybe Someday I Can Say Mission Completed.
I Will Always Love And Miss You My Son Bobby Joe Miller.

I See 12 Holidays In This Photo. Can You See Any More Than 12?

On This Memorial Day I Want To Thank All Our Veterans Who Served Our Great Nation. Whether It Was Peace Time Or War, Your Service To Our Country Is Greatly Appreciated.
I Want To Briefly State Something That Has Bothered Me For A Long Time Now. I Make Jokes About Being The Man From Nantucket. Yes I Consider Where I Served As A Sailor's Paradise. I Enjoyed My Stint And Will Remember It For As Long As I Live.
However Had I Been Assigned To A Ship That Cruised The Coast Of Vietnam Or Other Places Of Significance I Would Be As Proud Of Who I Am Because Of It.
When I Took The Oath On That Cold January Morning In 1973 I Was Willing To Make The Ultimate Sacrifice For My Country.
I, Gregory Miller, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.
Setting All The Jokes Aside From Where I Served, Had My Papers Instructed Me To A Ship That Saw Enemy Fire That Is The Place I Would Have Been. Just To Set The Record Straight, Those Who May Consider Me NOT A Vietnam Veteran Can Kindly Eat My Shorts. Therefor Those Who Served In WW2 In The Mail Room Or The Kitchen Can Hold Their Heads Up High. There Is Absolutely No Reason To Feel Less Of A Soldier Because You Saw No Enemy Fire.
So Today My Hat Is Off To Every American Man Or Woman, Black Or White, Catholic, Jewish, Christian, Or Otherwise Who Proudly Wore The Uniform Of Any Branch Of The Military. This Day Is Set Aside To Honor Your Service To Us.
We Thank You......

It Must Be Cassie!

Tomorrow Will Mark A Week With My New Friend. She's An Adorable Full Of Love Pug. She Has Taken To Me The Moment I Brought Her Home. I Was Told Her Name Was Sassie. Today I Was Looking In A Box Of Heart Worm Chewables, When I Discovered A Dog Tag With A Vet Receipt. On This Receipt Shows What Shots Were Given. Description Of A Blonde Pug Named Cassie. For Almost A Week Now We Have Been Calling Her Sassie. When I Asked Her Name I Thought She Said Sassy But Maybe The 50 Year Old Ears Of Mine Need To Be Washed And Dewaxed!
Anyway Just A Minor Detail. It Doesn't Matter What Your Formal Name Is, As Long As You Live Up To It. She Has Shown Me Lot's Of Love. I Think Things Are Going To Work Out Fine. I Can Get Use To A New Name. But A Blonde Too??

Today; 110211112011

Today's Date Is The Same Forward And Backward.
Just Sayin....