I like that thought – rest in peace. I’m not sure who gets to rest now, but this morning at about 5:30 AM my father, Malcolm G Miller, died in his hospital bed with his son, Peter, by his side. Peter held his hand and whispered words of affection in Mack’s ear.

My father’s great passions were the stock market and hard work. Even at ninety-two he mowed his lawn and both his neighbors’ lawns. On Thanksgiving my father cleaned out his last gutter and sometime shortly before he entered the hospital he traded his last stock.