Sunday, September 10, 2006

In Memory - Joel Miller

2,996 is a tribute to the victims of 9/11.

On September 11, 2006, 2,996 volunteer bloggers
will join together for a tribute to the victims of 9/11.

We will honor them by remembering their lives,
and not by remembering their murderers.

I remember Joel Miller.

A disaster recovery technology specialist working for Marsh & McLennan at the World Trade Center. He was 55 years old.

His first wife died of cancer and he later fell in love and married the former president of his synagogue, Marjorie. From comments left by friends and family at the Memorial MMC site, Joel and Margie had a beautiful life together full of love and warmth...

Margie had this to say about her husband...

"Joel was my second chance, my best friend and the man of my dreams.....I know that his life was special not just in his death. I know that he was loved, and he knew it too..."

Not only was Joel a devoted father and husband, he took special comfort in his faith and joined in weekly early morning prayer services. He was preparing to take online courses offered by the Jewish Theological Seminary, combining his love of computers and religion.

According to others, he was also a pretty good poker player and enjoyed weekly games with his friends.

He was a gentle, intelligent man who is no doubt missed every day by those that loved him.

By James Vasquez

A Shepherd do I own, 'tis he,
Who stands with rod and staff,
And ever guides my wandering feet,
On his most just behalf,

In truth, my Shepherd has owned me,
And thus no want I know,
In pastures verdant, by yon hills,
Or where still waters flow.

The Lord my Shepherd is who shall,
My wavering soul restore,
When from the valley, dark with death,
His presence I implore,

And nothing shall I fear just then,
Though darkness all around,
Encloses me, forbidding light,
With naught but shadows found.

A table overflowing with,
Rich victuals prepared,
He spreads before me while my foes,
Look on, their hunger bared.

My head with oil anointed well,
Reflects the sun's bright ray,
My laden cup he furnishes,
On this and every day.

And shall not goodness and his love,
Pursue me all my days,
Assuring that my soul, unmoved,
Rejoices in his ways?

While I, no other dwelling place,
Shall seek or yet desire,
But in his house abide for e'er,
When all my years expire.