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 How were the holidays at Mapleshade Farm ?
Our first Christmas without Renee was very difficult. I knew it was going to be rough but it turned out to be much harder than I ever expected. I’ve written before about how festive Renee was and how much she loved the holiday season. Our home was one of pure joy when she was alive, especially during the holidays. Renee would sing and dance her way through decorating the house, shopping, cooking, and activities with the kids. She would make a float out of a trailer with the animals and kids and participate in a couple of small local parades. It was a given she won first place, I mean how could she not? With dogs dressed as reindeer, kids as elves, miniature horses and sheep, she pulled it all together and was the hit of the Greenback parade! There was simply no way I could accomplish what she did. I got inundated with a couple of real time constraints prior to Christmas. Some issues with the kids’ therapies and rental house problems really cut into my plans for shopping and other holiday functions, greatly adding to my stress and feelings of inadequacy.
I was out Christmas Eve trying to get some shopping done, mostly for the sake of the small children in an attempt to get some happiness out of the big day. My older children really helped with last minute decorating and wrapping presents so the morning wasn’t a total disaster. The bigger kids got a bit short changed. Christmas for them mostly consisted of a card and an IOU from Dad for an evening alone and the promise of buying a bigger ticket item together when I could do a better job of understanding what they wanted and needed. I think it sufficed as they weren’t feeling any more cheerful than I was. The younger ones did get some enjoyment out of the morning, unwrapping presents and playing with new toys. We did attend the small Christmas Eve party at a friend’s house that had become a tradition but one which I debated upon whether it would continue or not. To say it wasn’t the same without Renee is one of the greater understatements. Somewhat fitting, the power went out at the host’s home after a pole was struck, causing the party to end much earlier than usual. Just as well for me, I was really ready to go after spending a couple of hours trying to act much more pleasant than I felt. We ended Christmas day with Renee’s favorite meal, a large standing rib roast. I certainly hope the kids liked it as I barely remember eating it. My sister Kristi came down the day after Christmas which really gave the family a bit of a boost and was a big help in keeping the kids happy and getting the house in order.
New Years came with a little more celebration. We had some house guests, among them Renee’s sister Suzi and her family. They definitely earned the distance award – traveling from Bethel, Alaska to share some time with us. Suzi has some of the same energy and natural cheeriness Renee possessed and was a real trouper helping with the house and planning fun activities with the kids. Like the rest of us she lost so much when Renee died and I know first-hand how much energy it took her to keep things upbeat for the kids. She made things as happy for us as they could be under the circumstances and I really appreciate her efforts in bringing her family down from Alaska to be with us. A week or so later, another Aunt Susie and my cousin Erin came down and were not only a big help but a lot of fun.
 I am very fortunate to have family and friends who are doing so much to help me make the best out of a truly rotten situation. Many people have been generous with their time and money and I greatly appreciate each and every one of them. Those who have come and stayed with me are really perfect house guests. Eager to help and understanding that my entertaining skills and motivation are not really up to par these days. A lot of these folks have greatly increased my chances of long-term survival.
The calender year is over and my “year of tears” is winding down. I’ve been through all the holidays, 11 birthdays, counting Renee’s and including the traditional milestones birthdays of 13 for Jesse, 21 for Joannie, and 50 for me. So many of what should have been wonderful occasions - graduations, awards, college enrollments, etc. - all without my beloved Renee for the first time. Not much left except my 25th wedding anniversary and the first anniversary of the day my world crashed. The year will end but likely the tears will continue as long as I do. Life will go on and there are some positive things happening but it can really be tough.
I will be attending another status hearing concerning the sub-human monster who stole my baby from me and the piece of shit who abetted him, on January 25th. I expect to have a better idea of when the actual trials will be. Details will be posted here once they are known.
I’ve had a lot of thoughts and emotions I plan to write about and post on this website in the near future. The website will be maintained and updated as long as there is an interest and certainly until all trials are concluded. Please post any questions, feedback etc on the site or forward to my sister Cathie at : cathiemiller@hotmail.com
I will post much more soon. I hope all who read this and have taken an interest in me and my family are well.
-jamie
With rented aerial equipment Jamie and the boys set out to make Mapleshade Farm glow a bright red this year. Here’s a look at their work. How do you think it turned out?
 How was Thanksgiving at Mapleshade?
Our first Thanksgiving without Renee was hard. Renee LOVED holidays. She was a bundle of energy, singing and laughing while making sure the rest of us had a great day. Cooking and decorating the house were all things she excelled at. Her absence was very much felt by all. Still, we wanted to celebrate the holiday and at least make the attempt to bring joy into our house and to acknowledge that despite the terrible loss our family still has much to be thankful for. A large number of people truly do care and family and friends have helped us bear the pain. As bad as things have been it could be much worse and we know it. A very good friend came up from Florida to help cook and put the house in order and all things considered we came through the holiday alright. The kids and I were not afraid to enjoy the day and celebrate some of what we have as opposed to only dwelling on what we lost. Everyone ate well and there were many good laughs and festive moments to go with somber reflections. I think Renee would have been pleased with the results.
Jackie made it back from college, fresh off his wrestling season-ending shoulder surgery and seems to be recuperating well. Opening a bottle and eating with one hand doesn’t appear to be much of a problem for him. He is expected to be back to 100% in time for next year. It was good to have him back and all nine kids together for the holiday. Christmas may be a bit harder but we will certainly try to make the best of things.
What are your Christmas plans?
No change in location, we always celebrated Christmas at home and will continue to do so. We are planning a fairly low-key Christmas. Renee handled all the shopping and decorating for our family so this task now falls to me and the older children. We are going to do everything possible to see the younger children smiling on Christmas morning. For about the last eight years we would go to a small Christmas Eve party at a friend’s home, a really eclectic group, and usually a good time. Pretty much a tradition but I need to talk to the older children to see if this is something we will continue. From my vantage point, Renee was always the life of this party and it could be a pretty tough night for us, but if the kids want to give it a try I will make the effort, too. Christmas should be a time of happiness and I don’t want to be a deterrent to anyone’s enjoyment of the season, so I really don’t know what we will be doing on the 24th. My sister Kristi is planning on coming down the day after Christmas to spend time with the kids and help out a bit and we look forward to seeing her.
Several people have expressed an interest in coming down for New Years. I know Renee’s sister Suzi and her family is planning on making the trek from Alaska to be with us as we ring in the New Year. I’ll write some time in January as to how it went and who showed up.
What is the status of the legal proceedings?
There won’t be much news to report about the upcoming trial or other legal matters until the status hearing in January. As of this minute a trial is scheduled to begin on February 17th but it will likely be postponed to some later date in the spring. We will update this site following the January 25th status hearing to reflect any new dates. As reported and linked to here, an accomplice [Jonathan Brown] was arrested and remains in jail as I type this. Additional charges to go with the accessory to murder after the fact are likely for this piece of filth and his status too will be updated in court on January 25th. I am very happy this scumbag has finally found his way to a jail cell. It is long overdue. I believe that more charges are pending for Renee’s killer [Kenneth Erick Waldrop] to go with his first degree murder and kidnapping charges. I will keep the website updated concerning the trial as I get the information, as I know several of you are planning to attend.
Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year to you & yours
-jamie
Has anyone suggested that you read The Shack by William Young?
Yes, the book has been recommended to me. Off the top of my head I can think of at least five people who suggested I read it. I did read it and I am glad I did, though it did not have near the impact on me some had hoped for. My thanks to all who suggested I read it. If you have not read it and plan to do so you may want to wait to read my thoughts on the book that follow, they reveal quite a bit of the story.
OK, thoughts on The Shack- a quick glance at the back of the book was all it took to see why it was recommended to me. The main character lost a daughter to violence and there were enough similarities to my losing Renee and the grief that followed to make the book seem like a custom fit to my situation. Not to take anything away from those who were moved by the story, it really did not have a similar effect on me. I suspect the story reads quite a bit differently to those who have not experienced the type of devastating, unexpected and senseless loss that I have endured with Renee’s death, and just read it to validate faith they already possess. I was left with many more questions than answers and I found several parts of the book very disturbing.
Again, I am glad I read it, partially I suppose because it is something relatively current I can discuss with people. I have lost most of the passion I once had for politics and current events. I guess it may be insightful to see what my philosophical starting point was when I read the book. Prior to Renee’s death I would have described myself as agnostic leaning toward a belief in some sort of higher power. After her death I am not even sure I have that little bit faith though I do at least consider the possibility some of the kindness and generosity I have been shown by others may be divinely inspired. There are truly good people out there which does somewhat balance the pure evil my family has experienced. This may be as close to God as I get.
I found the book way too flowery, almost new age, and lacking in substance for my taste. Even the term the author applied to his grief as the “great sadness” seemed somewhat empty to me. “Great sadness” is technically accurate but really doesn’t do justice to the gut wrenching misery, hopelessness, anger, hatred, helplessness and myriad of other emotions that follow someone you love being stolen from you. It doesn’t begin to convey what I went through when I not only didn’t know if I was going to live or die, I didn’t really care.
Casting God as a cross between Aunt Jemima and Julia Child was rather amusing and original but the Holy Spirit portion of the Christian trinity was seemingly inspired by Shirley McLaine, I found it almost condescending or maybe it was written for a younger audience. The main character’s questions when given the chance to speak to God were for the most part superficial and not what I like to think I would ask if given the same opportunity. One salient point I did take from the book was when God was asked by the main character why his daughter “had to die.” God replied, “she didn’t have to die.” I do agree his daughter didn’t have to die, nor did Renee. Wasn’t part of any plan, it just happened.
The part of the book I really found disturbing wasn’t revealed until the end of the story. The protagonist has been describing a weekend visit with God, at God’s invitation and we find he never actually went to the agreed upon meeting place. Instead he was in a near-fatal auto accident on the way to his destination and was, in fact, comatose in the hospital for the weekend. It struck me as odd the only way to meet with God involved near death. Darker still when during the course of the story the man lamented not bringing his wife to meet God, and God said she could have come but you didn’t want to tell her about our rendezvous. Would she too have had to have her body crushed and hovering near death to see God?
Maybe I was too close to my tragedy to be as inspired as some were with this book, but my thinking is - if I need the near death experience to get answers, no thanks. I’ll wait. I care little about my own pain but my family has suffered enough. If given the choice I would never want them to see me busted up, near death while on a spiritual journey, even if I did come out happier at the other end. The piece where our character was given the choice of staying with his beloved, dead daughter to play forever in God’s gardens or going home to his family scared me a bit. My family needs me here but I likely would have followed Renee anywhere if I had the option. It may be for the best I don’t really believe Renee is waiting patiently for me to join her. It would be real tempting to speed up the process.
The author in my opinion gets real lazy at the end of the book. We find bodies, catch a murderer, and tie up a bunch of loose ends in just a couple of sentences. Prior to the end of the story our author waxes on using hundreds of words to describe various aromas emanating from God’s kitchen as she cooked breakfast and other superfluous events.
I will end my review here and at some point may re-read the book to see if my perspective changes with time. Again, thanks to those who suggested the book and while some of my observations may seem to contradict, I am glad I read it.
-jamie
 Jonathan Michael Brown, 26 of Delano, TN was indicted by the Monroe County Grand Jury in its November session. He is being held in the county jail on $25,000 bond. Jamie and Jeremy Miller attended the November 16th arraignment in General Sessions Court. Click this link to read the Advocate and Democrat newspaper’s coverage of Brown’s arrest.
Jonathan Brown is charged as an accessory after the fact. The charges reflect that Brown is not believed to have helped in the actual murder of Renee. Rather he helped the murderer, Kenneth Erick Waldrop, avoid arrest. Brown stated that he cannot afford an attorney and, therefore, one will be appointed to him by the court. The next scheduled proceeding in this case will be a status hearing on January 25th, 2010.
The family has known for some time that Erick Waldrop’s friend, Jonathan Brown, played a role on the day of the murder. Although the authorities have said that the charges would eventually be filed it has been incredibly painful that it has taken so many months to move forward against Jonathan Brown.
Today, 11/12/2009, marks the 51st anniversary of the birth of a truly great person, Renee Roissier Miller. It will also be the first time she isn’t here to participate in the event. In keeping with this country’s tradition of celebrating great people’s lives on the date of their birth I thought I would create a partial list of things Renee loved. Those who knew her will no doubt remember some of her loves, those who didn’t will get a little insight into just how special she was.
Renee loved being a Mom: she was the most natural mother I’ve ever seen. She loved her children so much, each one of them. She truly enjoyed her children and was able to let each one of them know how special they are. Nurturing and being around children brought her great pleasure.
Renee loved animals: horses, dogs, cats, guinea pigs, llamas, sheep, goats, ducks, parrots, the various reptiles and amphibians her boys ( and sometimes her husband ) brought home. She loved all animals and they loved her. A real life Dr Dolittle who had an almost surreal connection to all creatures. She really did walk with and talk with the animals.
Renee loved to have a good time. Her laughter was contagious. There was no such thing as a dull party or gathering if Renee was present. Open, honest, direct, and FUN. There were no strangers for long if Renee was in the room. People enjoyed being around her and she bailed out many hosts with her gift for bringing people together and getting them to relax enough to enjoy themselves.
Renee loved the color red. Red car, red furniture, red appliances, red clothes, red notebooks, purses, knick knacks , whatever. Red really fit her. Fiery, beautiful, strong, sensuous, somehow she almost became the color. In my mind red might just as well be called Renee. I can’t see the color red without thinking of Renee.
Renee loved a good cup of coffee. Brewed in her red coffee pot. Loved the smell of it, grinding the beans, just sitting down with the warm mug while she planned her day. A simple pleasure we often did together and even when we were apart, she shared her morning ritual with me by telephone.
Renee loved cherry wheat beer. Maybe part of it was the red label but there is a unique aroma and flavor, too. Some of my best evenings were spent drinking cherry wheat with Renee. Date night was often us driving through mountains splitting a six pack. Not a big drinker she would drink one and maybe have a sip of another while I would drink the rest. We would talk for hours about everything under the sun. Where we were going, where we had been, the kids, life, you name it - we discussed it.
Renee loved sports and what they did for her kids. She was at the wrestling matches, football games, soccer games, swim meets, horse shows etc. If her kids were playing, she was there. Not content to be a spectator she often was the coach. It was her plan this year to coach a kids wrestling program which would have included her youngest kids. With her dance and gymnastics background she figured she could learn some wrestling moves as well. At the very least she laughed at least the kids would be able to do a decent cartwheel and they would have a good time. Very sad for me she never got the chance to coach kids wrestling. I would wager she would have been terrific.
Renee loved to read. She read a variety of things, a lot of parenting books, fiction for pleasure, a wide assortment of magazines and newsletters.
Renee loved to learn. This ties in with her love of reading but she always figured she could do anything. If she didn’t know it, she would learn it. No task intimidated her. She would read about a subject, go to a seminar, go online, make phone calls, whatever it took. I found notes of what she planned to learn and wanted to do in the future. Really amazing to see the ambition she still had at age 50 to continue to learn and do even more with her life.
Renee loved the mountains. Living in Alaska surrounded by the highest peaks on the continent was a dream come true for Renee. Trips to Colorado and the other Rocky Mountain states filled her with awe. Even the tame by comparison Smokey Mountains of east Tennessee brought her great joy.
Renee loved water: the ocean, bays, lakes, rivers, creeks, even pools. She loved getting wet, just being around water made her happy.
Renee loved accomplishing things. Painting, wallpapering, remodeling, planting, gardening, anything that could be improved by some effort she took joy in.
Renee loved being involved. A fixture at school, coaching, meetings, helping others. She had a seemingly endless supply of energy and she freely shared it with a huge variety of people and causes.
Renee loved her family. Her parents, siblings, children, inlaws, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, the whole family tree. All were special to her.
Renee loved her husband: not sure why but she really did. For 30 years she thought I was the greatest. Made me feel like a million bucks and was so much better than I deserved or could have hoped for before I met her. I will forever be humbled that she cared so much for me. She loved me unconditionally - despite my numerous faults - was my best friend, lover, mentor, soulmate, conscience and inspiration. To steal a line from Jack Nicholson in the movie “As Good As It Gets”, she made me want to be a better man.
We miss you; we love you, Renee, today and every day.
-jamie
Did getting the children back to school go well?
Actually, back-to-school for the kids really didn’t go very smoothly at all. Renee used to make a big deal out of taking the kids shopping for school clothes and other supplies. Joannie and I took the kids out and attempted to have some sense of excitement around the task of getting outfitted and the upcoming school year but it turned out to be much harder than we anticipated. Mom’s absence was very much felt by all. The actual first day of school was a real heart-breaker too. One of the kids was almost catatonic, at first I thought he was playing a game so I got him dressed and downstairs and sat him at the table while I fixed breakfast. I saw him staring off and heard him repeat over and over “Eric Waldrop knew my family and killed my mommy anyway… Eric Waldrop knew my family and killed my mommy anyway…” These types of days are really rough. The anger and sadness I feel as I type this will likely be part of me the rest of my life.
We are now well into the school year, I think the routine of getting up and going to school probably helps give the kids a sense of order. Sadly, though, there has been major regression in the children’s behavior and classroom performance. I don’t want to depress those who are following my family but this is the reality.
Are you a good cook?
I am laughing at this one! It really depends on who you ask but my quick answer is, I am passable. Jesse and Joannie are much better cooks than I am but I do manage. I am always on my own for the children’s breakfast and rotate such things as French toast, bacon and eggs, oatmeal, a variety of omelettes to go along with the old standby and cop out, cold cereal. We tend to do a lot of grilling and BBQing when the weather is good. Nothing approaching gourmet cooking here but nobody goes hungry either.
What’s new at Mapleshade?
[If you didn’t know, Renee named our house and property “Mapleshade Farm.” Many things related to our home are addressed to Mapleshade Farm.] We finished the last piece of the addition work. It involved burying all the electrical lines and transformers that were strung between poles and removing the poles. What a difference! It really makes the entire property look better. This was something Renee had really wanted done and she had it all planned and paid for before she was killed. It is bittersweet to finally get it done just the way she wanted without her having a chance to enjoy it. Still I am glad it is all complete, I do take some satisfaction in seeing her plans and ideas come to life. It gives me a small sense of renewal and moving forward with life.
I think of you often but I don’t know what to say…
There are no magic words. This has really affected a lot of people in ways most can’t even imagine. Even friends who lead lives where death is a common occurrence, such as doctors, policemen and clergy members are struggling with this one. In a nutshell, nobody really knows what to say. Those who know me would likely agree, I am rarely at a loss for words but I don’t have a clue what I would have said to one of you if this situation had been reversed. I guess the best advice I could give would be to say something. Don’t be afraid to mention Renee, there is no chance of my ever forgetting her, no chance of anything you say opening up old wounds because it is now part of my life and I deal with it.
While it is true there are no “right” words, I have come to know that there a few “wrong” words, at least for us. My family and I really don’t need to hear “this is all part of God’s plan”, or “don’t worry, it will be alright, God doesn’t make mistakes”, or “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle” … etc. Supposedly well-meaning people have said all this and more to me and my kids. Regardless of your beliefs, I can tell you that this doesn’t help us. I don’t believe this was part of any plan by God or any other higher power nor do I believe Renee had to die or that any good will come about as a result of her horrific death. The mention that “God wouldn’t give anyone more than they could handle” really is a poorly thought out idea. People blow their brains out all the time so somebody has more than they can handle. It’s probably best to just say that you’re sorry and/or tell us something that you remember about Renee.
If you want to keep in touch, drop an email, leave a comment or pick up the phone. The words will come and once you do it the first time it will get easier. I do my best not to be the “dial-a-downer” but the fact is some days are pretty tough. Please don’t take it personally or take offense if you catch me on one of those days and I don’t laugh at a joke or seem very interested in politics or current events. I do look forward to hearing from you and I know my sisters appreciate feedback and thoughts on this website.
That’s it for this edition. be well, -jamie
Jamie’s family has been mostly without internet for the last month thanks to lots of rain and an old internet receiver. To let you know how he is doing I am copying here a note that he sent to all of his co-workers before his connection went down. Jamie should be able to add more soon…..
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To the very special people on the North Slope of Alaska,
I’m pretty sure BP frowns on the ” all users ” for personal communications but I simply don’t know of any other way to reach all the people who have helped me and my family during the worst days of our lives, so I ask them to bear with me. I did try to personally acknowledge some who helped me but I am sure I missed many of you and there are those who preferred to remain anonymous. I wish to thank each and every one of you who contributed to my children, sent cards, flowers, phone calls and prayers on my behalf. I was about as low as a man can go and your generosity really made a difference, in many ways, not just relieving some immediate financial pressure and allowing me to set up a fund to deal with some of my children’s future needs as a direct result of losing their mother. Knowing so many of you care helped me survive some very dark days. I am beyond humbled.
I hardly know where to start in trying to express my gratitude, so many people reached out. There was a co worker and her husband who had an almost uncanny knack for sending me something when I was at my lowest points to remind me they cared. A supervisor and his peers who showed their personal as well as professional concern many times during the past months. A friend and former co worker who stunned me with the size of his gift to me and my children, who then committed to do it again next year. The people who made the trek from Alaska to help me finish a remodeling project my wife had started, the hundreds of people who quietly put the money and checks in the jars, those who cried with me on the phone and in their cards, letters and emails. The list goes on and on. I don’t have the words to do justice and tell you how much this meant to me and my family so I will just say THANK YOU to each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. I will never forget the outpouring of love and support. Again, it did more than make a difference, it kept me alive.
Learning to live without my beloved Renee continues to be hard. Some of my children, particularly the younger ones have had some pretty major setbacks but we are trying to move forward. Reality is, life goes on, no matter who is lost. With the size of my family it seems there is always some milestone first, first birthday, holiday, graduation, etc to be experienced for the first time without their Mom. Little things trigger out pouring of emotion in me with no warning. Hard to explain if you haven’t been there, but those who have no doubt know what I am referring to.
I never took my family for granted, I always knew I had it good but I probably never really knew how good I had it. I am somewhat embarrassed to say I likely did take my job and my co workers for granted. I found out real quickly my family has no monopoly on pain and suffering. Bad things happen to good people all the time. I have gotten a little involved with other victims of violent crime and to date none of them had a job like mine which provided a measure of financial security while trying to sort out how to deal with their tragedies, and of course none had the network of friends and co workers to see them through that I’ve enjoyed. Once my wife was gone and there was no bringing her back, I have been a very lucky man.
As for my future, I honestly don’t know. I have no idea how or why I am still alive but since I am, I am going to try and make the best of it. Renee and I talked many times about the need to keep going in the event something happened to one of us, but I never in a million years thought it would be me outliving her. While not etched in stone, I suspect my time with BP and on the north slope will be coming to an end. I am not able to return to work at this time for a variety of reasons. Sleep continues to be a problem, I am a bit forgetful and would have a tough time staying on task. ( I know some of you wags are thinking, ” how could we tell a difference? ” but trust me it’s much worse. ) The circumstances surrounding Renee’s death just add to my plight. I would still be a grieving mess had she wrapped her car around a tree or died of some natural cause but the way things stand I don’t really feel I lost anything, rather it was stolen from me. Some may argue dead is dead but there is a rage in me that takes a huge amount of my efforts just to control. A trial sometime next year will open some wounds time otherwise might make me numb to and there are some truly unique problems with my oldest daughter.
It’s been almost seven months, 200 days to be exact since my world crashed. Seems like a lifetime ago and yesterday all at the same time and it is going to take me a while to pick up the pieces. An insomniac like me tends to read a lot and one of the best analogies I heard for the loss of a loved spouse was: it is an amputation. Part of me is gone forever, I will never be the same. That said, and hopefully to end this on a somewhat upbeat note, I am still going to strive to be happy, learn to walk again, whatever. I didn’t think I would survive but I did, now the challenge is to figure out what next. My kids deserve that from me and I am going to do my best to deliver. My Renee had a gift for being happy always and living life to it’s fullest each and every day. My goal is to be as much like her in that respect as I can.
My sisters maintain a website: reneeroissiermiller.com to provide information on me and my family and keep the memory of my wife alive. I am going to try write a bit more on it myself and it will provide links for those wishing to follow the upcoming trial. Those who view it will see in addition to lots of tears this past summer we also had some laughs and accomplished a lot. Please feel free to forward this to anyone outside of GPB.
Thank you again so very much,
jamie
Thank you to Dave and Lisa Lilley of Dave’s Custom Cycles; Rico, General Manager of Seacrets; Bobby Jester and John Rogers of Trader Lee’s; Lance and Melody at Coast Printing; Wayne Littleton and the Believe in Tomorrow Foundation; Kevin McGinty of McGinty Marine; Joe Mowbray of Blue Flame; Art Ford at OC Cigars, and each and every one of you who bought a ticket, made a donation, said a prayer or sent best wishes. We are deeply grateful for your support. We are especially humbled by the many folks who bought tickets and didn’t write in a name but instead wrote “donate” or “give it back to the kids.” Amazing.
Congratulations to Rick B! Many happy miles to you.
Tickets are now on sale for the custom Harley-Davidson Chopper generously donated to the Miller Children by Dave’s Custom Cycle of Berlin, MD. If you seem to remember that this bike was also auctioned at Seacrets in the Spring, you’re right. The buyer did not complete the transaction and as we couldn’t think of a good way for nine children to share one bike, a raffle seemed like the way to go! Please spread the word and buy your ticket now. Call Terry at 443 366 1657. Stop by Trader Lee’s in West Ocean City MD where Jamie’s sisters will be manning the ticket sales table. Hope to see you there.
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