Miller, David Nathaniel

Miller, David Nathaniel
06 Nov
2017

David Nathaniel Miller, better known as “Mighty” or “Pilot”, of Easy Hall, St. John, former Fitter of The Bowmanston Pumping Station, Barbados Water Authority, St. John, Son of the late Eldica “Eloise” Miller and David Harewood, Husband of Mrs. Eleene Miller, Father of Nicholas Miller of Purity Bakeries, Grandfather of Amari Miller, Brother of Henderson, Anthony, Philip, the late Cedric Miller, Angela, Marlene and Jennifer Miller, Vida Greaves and Millicent Harewood, Nephew of Joseph Miller, Seymour and Colin Sealy, Uncle of Damien and Christina Miller, Gwendolyn and Sammy Greaves, Kevin Miller - Attorney-at-law, Reaz-lee Holder of KPMG and many others, Great Uncle of many, Cousin of many, Godson of Gwendolyn “Pinkie” Moore of Orange Grove, St. Joseph, Godfather of Tia Lewis and three others, Brother-in-law of Delma Miller, Orville Downes - former Nurse of the Queen Elizabeth Hospital and many others, Relative of the Miller, Greaves, Harewood, Webster, Holder, Hoyte, Reid, Dowridge, Graham, Connell, Barrow, Sealy and Mascoll families, Beloved Friend of many..

The funeral of David Nathaniel Miller takes place on Monday, November 06th, 2017 at Mount Tabor Moravian Church, Mount Tabor, St. John, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service, followed by the interment.

The members of the choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be delivered to Alvin Hinkson's Funeral Home, St. Elizabeth Village, St. Joseph no later than 2:00 p.m. on Monday.

The body will repose for viewing from 2:30 p.m. until the start of the service.

Funeral arrangements entrusted to: Alvin Hinkson’s Funeral Home, St. Elizabeth Village, St. Joseph.

  • Stop all the clocks
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.