Martin Miller Obituary

Martin came into our lives in 2 different directions. First off, he represented our son in court. Secondly, I sang with him in The Lawrence Civic Choir. He would tell me he knew things I did not and I would answer, "Let's keep it that way!" But he loved to visit with my husband and me because of all our travels and George's exciting things while in an agency. At Choir Martin and I exchanged looks when the director told us to count the quality of the notes, instead of singing the words. Oh! How we hated to do this. And we would hold our music up and exchange looks, and laughs. I regret not going to Topeka before his passing. But I did not know how serious his condition was. A good friend, a sweet individual and gone much too soon. I will never forget him.
Jane Campbell

Martin and I cared deeply about each other, but only in a loving and compassionate way. I could go to him with nearly any problem and he would listen intently. He would share much with me, especially about his social life, and I would rejoice. Being friends and buddies gave us a freedom that we did not have to concern ourselves with stepping on feelings. It was all good. Today, I miss him as much as ever. I have few male friends that could ever take his place. I have wanted to tell his sons how great he was in the life of my husband and I. Even our son, who had him as his lawyer. Do I have regrets that I did not go see him? Yes, but we had no clue he was as serious as he was. It was a shock. May his memory live on and his goodness never be forgotten.

I have known Martin for 30 years. He was both a friend and counselor for me . I especially enjoyed his stories about life in New York City. His accent and sense of humor made his storytelling endlessly entertaining. Martin and I were the same age and we occasionally talked about our own mortality. After he moved to Topeka I would see him every now and then downtown when he was visiting his sons. Seeing him those times was always fun; we would have a cup of coffee, talk about our own health, the changes in our lives and in the lives of our friends. I am extremely sad that he passed before I could comment on his accent at least one more time and we could discuss the state of the world and the wellbeing of our friends. Life was far too short for Martin.

Martin became my(our)friend about 1997. We sang together in the Lawrence Civic Choir. As he became acquainted with my family he was very interested in our former life in the military, sharing about his sisters husband and many similar events we had in common. We talked about our children and events and always Martin had a funny story to share with me. We marched out of the sanctuary of First United Methodist Church at the end of a concert together singing. "There is a River in Judea." He was a dear friend and I will miss him and his great voice in choir. I wonder if he's singing in the heavenly choir with my George?