This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved father, grandfather, friend and hero, Gary Miner, 78 years old. Gary passed away peacefully at home on September 11, 2020 following a long battle with brain cancer. He passed surrounded by a lifetime of artistic creations and loving family. His sense of humor intact, he charmed visitors until the very end. We will remember him forever.
We will gather for a memorial service in Fairview, Utah on September 26th from 1:00 pm to celebrate his life and give thanks for the many ways in which he touched us and left this world a better and more beautiful place. (Venue TBD). Following his interment in the upper Fairview Cemetery family and friends are invited to join a traditional Miner Family picnic and campfire sharing stories and memories of his life. Picnic will be held at the former home of his parents Parker and Mae Miner at 46 North 100 East in Fairview.
We will gather for a memorial service in Fairview, Utah on September 26th from 1:00 pm to celebrate his life and give thanks for the many ways in which he touched us and left this world a better and more beautiful place. (Venue TBD). Following his interment in the upper Fairview Cemetery family and friends are invited to join a traditional Miner Family picnic and campfire sharing stories and memories of his life. Picnic will be held at the former home of his parents Parker and Mae Miner at 46 North 100 East in Fairview.
The Kuwana Family sends our deepest condolences to the Miner family on their loss. While we never had the honor of meeting Mr. Gary Miner, through his son, Allen, we know that he was a man of true character and integrity. May he rest in peace.
Our deepest condolences to the Miner family. May you find peace at this difficult time. We are honored to donate to the good people at the Happy Factory in Mr. Miner's name.
One of greatest Provo Police Officers I had the opportunity to work with. He was so talented in so many areas of law enforcement and beyond. I was grateful to be able to say my goodby to him a few weeks ago. Godspeed G. Miner. Prayers to Dawn and family.
This is the grandad I want to remember. He worked hard, did a little extra, joked, teased, created, supported.
He refinshed an old piano, destined for the dump, into the beauty that I learned to play on. He drove across country and just walked into Anthony's Thesis show as a surprise, to show his pride and support for our family. He always had a magic trick for Gabe, oftentimes letting him in on the secret. He taught Gabe to draw and how to mow their lawn.
He fiddled with his fingers when he listened to you talk. He said "harse" instead of "horse". He had the memory of an elephant and had to tell the story "right". He would push the cats ears back sooo far til it's eyes got all squinty. He tunneled thru the overgrowth so we could have a secret Hogwarts fort as kids. He threw me up in the air as a baby so high my head whacked the ceiling fan. He took us to Hercules on ice and drowned us in candy. He had us hike a volcano. He caught tarantulas and killed rattlesnakes. He was an artist and created intricately carved clocks and woodwork, pysanky eggs, paintings, and drawings.
I want to remember not just memories but his quirks. The things that made him grandpa. The way he held his hands and pointed at things. His soft voice muttering a joke under his breath. That look on his face when Nana said something he thought was incorrect lol. He had a quiet smirk and a grin and a good tease for everyone.
I'm relieved he has been relesed from the pains and confines of the brain tumor. My heart goes out to my Nana, my dad, and my family. I can't wait to see him again on the other side.
He refinshed an old piano, destined for the dump, into the beauty that I learned to play on. He drove across country and just walked into Anthony's Thesis show as a surprise, to show his pride and support for our family. He always had a magic trick for Gabe, oftentimes letting him in on the secret. He taught Gabe to draw and how to mow their lawn.
He fiddled with his fingers when he listened to you talk. He said "harse" instead of "horse". He had the memory of an elephant and had to tell the story "right". He would push the cats ears back sooo far til it's eyes got all squinty. He tunneled thru the overgrowth so we could have a secret Hogwarts fort as kids. He threw me up in the air as a baby so high my head whacked the ceiling fan. He took us to Hercules on ice and drowned us in candy. He had us hike a volcano. He caught tarantulas and killed rattlesnakes. He was an artist and created intricately carved clocks and woodwork, pysanky eggs, paintings, and drawings.
I want to remember not just memories but his quirks. The things that made him grandpa. The way he held his hands and pointed at things. His soft voice muttering a joke under his breath. That look on his face when Nana said something he thought was incorrect lol. He had a quiet smirk and a grin and a good tease for everyone.
I'm relieved he has been relesed from the pains and confines of the brain tumor. My heart goes out to my Nana, my dad, and my family. I can't wait to see him again on the other side.
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The Kuwana Family sends our deepest condolences to the Miner family on their loss. While we never had the honor of meeting Mr. Gary Miner, through his son, Allen, we know that he was a man of true character and integrity. May he rest in peace.
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Dad enjoyed retelling wit and humor found in this book







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Honk If You Knew Me
This story demonstrates one example of his sense of humor.
Back in the late 1980s when we lived in Provo, Gary discussed his eventual funeral service plans with me and told me that when he died he didn't want any big funeral services but instead he wanted to be propped up in an old rocking chair with his hand waving to cars as they drove thru the intersection of 1230 North and 500 West which was located just a couple buildings East of where his old Credit Union Office was at the time, sitting at his feet he wanted a sign that read "Honk If You Knew Me".
This is just one example of his sense of humor and how he tried to include it in all aspects of his life.
(Written by Boyd)
Back in the late 1980s when we lived in Provo, Gary discussed his eventual funeral service plans with me and told me that when he died he didn't want any big funeral services but instead he wanted to be propped up in an old rocking chair with his hand waving to cars as they drove thru the intersection of 1230 North and 500 West which was located just a couple buildings East of where his old Credit Union Office was at the time, sitting at his feet he wanted a sign that read "Honk If You Knew Me".
This is just one example of his sense of humor and how he tried to include it in all aspects of his life.
(Written by Boyd)