Charles Joseph Miller III

Charles was born on October 30, 1973 to Charles Joseph Miller II and Sue Ann Miller in Atlanta, GA. After Charles graduated Central Gwinnett High School in 1992 he went on to earn a Degree at The Culinary Institute of America in New York.

After graduating in 1997 Charles began working as a cook and eventually becoming a Chef in Las Vegas, NV beginning a twenty-seven year career as a Chef in many restaurants and Hotel/ Casinos.

In 1994 he met his spouse Nancy Miller at Chateau Elan and later married in 1997. Charles and Nancy went on to have two daughters, Chloe Elizabeth Miller and Sydney Rose Miller.

Charles’ passion was cooking, he loved to cook for others and teach his girls anytime they would let him. He loved hiking and could not wait to get back to it post stroke,he loved bowling, watching movies and just having fun and making his family and friends laugh any opportunity he could.

Charles was predeceased by his father, Charles Joseph Miller II and fraternal grandparents Charles Frank Miller and June Rosemarie St. Bernard Miller, and maternal grandparents Stuart Frederick Neely and Meda Jane Wilson Neely.

Charles is survived by his wife Nancy and daughters Chloe and Sydney, his mother Sue Miller, brother Andrew Miller, sister Michelle Gripado, brother in law John Gripado, nephews Matthew Gripado and Nathan Gripado, Uncle Eric and Deanna Schuman.

DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL

By Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!