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May 18, 1964 – September 14, 2011

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Bruce R. Miller – 2011

47 years, 3 months, 28 days. Seems like a long time.

17,286 days. That seems pretty long too.

1,493,510,400 seconds. Now THAT seems like a very long time.

But it’s hardly any time at all.

Those measurements of time all equal the same thing; the lifespan of my friend, Bruce Robert Miller.

Bruce and I grew up together in New Milford, New Jersey. We were inseparable from kindergarten through high school and beyond. One year we spent weeks with our legs tied together practicing the three-legged race for New Bridge Elementary School’s Field Day.

I don’t remember where we finished in that race but that doesn’t matter.

New Milford Middle School brought new people into our lives but still we remained as close as could be. Bruce helped out with my massive 26-customer paper route so I could finish quicker and we would have more time to play or watch something on TV. These are also the years we joined the Boy Scouts. Troop 78 met in the New Milford Presbyterian church. It was here that we learned many of the skills and lessons that would make us responsible young adults. Bruce worked hard in scouting, as he did everything in life, and attained the rank of Eagle Scout and became a member of the Order of the Arrow.

I did not reach as high in the ranks as Bruce did but that doesn’t matter.

September 1978 found us in New Milford High School. Now things were getting interesting! Bruce and I got jobs at the local A&P grocery store. When we were old enough to drive, we would go out in his 1977 6.6-liter white Pontiac Firebird Trans-Am. That’s right, the white version of Burt Reynolds’ screamin’ hot rod! That car was stupidly fast; it went from 0 – 60MPH in Holy Crap! We went everywhere in that car; movies, the shore, racing around town. If you saw Bruce’s car on the street, chances are I was riding scrub. I was sometimes envious of Bruce; he had the good looks, the fast car and all the girls wanting his attention.

I didn’t have all those things but that doesn’t matter either.

Years after high school we started to drift apart. Our lives took us on separate but similar paths. We both got married and later divorced. We both moved on from jobs we held for quite a while and had to find new employment that wasn’t truly satisfying. I was living in Florida while Bruce was still in our hometown.  We exchanged phone calls on our birthdays and Christmas cards but then those too ended.

But even that doesn’t matter.

I last spoke to Bruce in April of this year. It was a brief call that only men are able to have. In the span of 10 or 15 minutes we caught up on everything that had happened in our lives. It was like we had never stopped hanging out and I was back in New Milford once again. I’ll never forget what our friendship meant to me and I know I’m a better person for having him in my life.

And that is the only thing that truly matters.

Rest In Peace my friend.

Written by David A. Ufer

September 26, 2011 at 8:14 am

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Hello world!

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Welcome to my blog!

A past acquaintance of mine once commented it felt intrusive reading my blog, as if she were reading my diary or private journal. While I can appreciate that sentiment, if I didn’t want anyone to read my thoughts, I wouldn’t write them here. I tend to write fairly openly and honestly here and certainly share more here than I might in person, so if anyone wants to get some insight into the “real” me, this would be a good place to start.

The first post I’d like to make is regarding my children’s book, The Giraffe Who Was Afraid of Heights. This is my baby and the first of what I hope are many more published books. Please check out my book at this link:

http://www.sylvandellpublishing.com/bookpage.php?id=Giraffe

I hope you enjoy reading my book as much as I enjoyed writing it and continue to enjoy reading it to students across the country.

Thanks!

David

Written by David A. Ufer

September 16, 2011 at 11:06 pm

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