Thursday, October 1, 1992
William K. Miller
June 8, 1973 - September 27, 1992
William K. "Will" Miller,
19, of York Pennsylvania died
Sunday, September 27, 1992,
on the campus of Penn-State
Behrend.
He was born June 8, 1973,
the son of Janet Williams of
Canfield, Ohio, and William
Miller of York, Pennsylvania.
He was a graduate of William
Penn Senior High School in
York and he was a third
semester engineering student at
Behrend. Miller was very much
involved with environmental
concerns.
A memorial service was held
yesterday on campus. The
ceremony, planned by Miller's
close friends, reflected his
interest in the environment
Memorial services will also
be held tomorrow at - the
Canfield Methodist Church,
Canfield, and Sunday at the
First Presbyterian Church,
York.
The family asks that in lieu
of flowers, memorials be made
to the William Miller Memorial
Fund, First Presbyterian
Church, 225 E. Market Street,
York, PA 17403. A charitable
organization will be chosen to
receive the memorial fund.
Will,
Thank you for your friendship,
your kindness and all the good
times. We'll always have the
rope swing, camping at
Marshmallow Mountain, the
steps, and Neil Young. I'll miss
you, but your spirit will always
be with me.
Love, Mimi
The Collegian
In Memory
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Heather
Will Miller wilZ was my roomate last year.
BLACKBIRD
Words and Music by
John Lennon and
Paul McCartney
He was my best friend up here
because he believed in me and
who I was. So many times I
wanted to quit last year because
of problems that I had. He
wouldn’t let me. Every time I
was down, he would make me
smile. I love him more than
words can say.
Blackbird singing in the dead of
night
Take these broken wings and learn
to fly;
All your life you were only waiting
for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of
night
Take these sunken eys and learn to
see;
All your life
You were only waiting for this
moment to be free.
Blackbird, fly, Blackbird, fly,
into the light of a dark, black night.
Blackbird, fly. Blackbird, fly,
Into the light of a dark, black night
Blackbid singing in the dead of
night.
Take these broken wings and learn
to fly;
All your life
You were only waiting for this
moment to arise.
Fly, Blackbird
Fly Free.
Kirk Riffer
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