Fletcher Wayne Miller

On May 29th 2025, Fletcher Wayne Miller’s faith was made sight. He is now face to face with the God that he has longed to be home with his entire life.

A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m., on Wednesday, June 4, 2025, at the Ridge Funeral Home Chapel, with Eddie Voncannon and Jimmy Routh officiating. Military honors will be provided by the Randolph County Honor Guard. The family will recieve friends from 1:00 p.m. to 2:00 p.m. at Ridge Funeral Home prior to the service.

Born on June 15, 1947, Fletcher grew up in Asheville and Thomasville, NC. He served valiantly in the army in Korea, and then later went on to lead a furniture trucking business. More than anything that he accomplished, Fletcher was defined by a deep, unwavering love for the God that he followed all of the days of his life, and a genuine love for and delight in his family and his friends.

Fletcher’s relationship with his high school sweetheart Cris was the stuff of Hallmark movies. He saw her across the room in high school, and was instantaneously captivated. Fletcher stubbornly pursued a very uninterested Cris until he finally captured her heart with his signature dimples and larger-than-life personality. They married on December 16th, 1962. As their marriage grew, their life together began to revolve around their kitchen table—a sacred place where conflict was gently resolved, where their well-worn Bibles were studied side-by-side, where they held family meetings with the children they loved dearly and where they welcomed an endless stream of friends and family. Their relationship was marked by an enjoyment and passion that never dimmed even into their twilight years—their kids would often catch them shag dancing or kissing in the kitchen. Fletcher and Cris always signed their letters to each other, “I’ll love you ‘till the 12th of never”—a unwavering commitment that they honored for 53 faithful, happy years. As Cris slowly succumbed to Alzheimers, Fletcher tenderly cared for his precious wife until the Lord called her home. We are certain that after seeing Jesus face to face, Fletcher then sprinted to find his girl.

Fletcher found infinite delight in playing golf—his bookshelves were cluttered with trophies collected over a lifetime spent on the green. When he wasn’t playing one of his multiple rounds a week, he could be found putting in the hallway at home, meticulously perfecting his swing. Golfing brought him great joy—not simply the game, but the fellowship it offered with dear friends who shared his passion for the sport and for the Lord. The brotherhood of men that formed around golf was a glimpse into the kind of community that we were created for—the kind of community that Fletcher is experiencing in perfection today.

Fletcher took tremendous pride in his yard. He could be found daily outside tending to the creation that God had given him to care for by planting flowers, mowing, watering, or simply squinting his eyes and studying his grass. He loved Carolina basketball and cheering raucously for his Tarheels—a passion which eventually influenced his daughter to attend UNC. Known for his humor, magnetic personality and deep wisdom, Fletcher was a light in every room. Everyone wanted to be where he was. His uncanny ability to make the people around him dissolve in helpless laughter, and the dogged loyalty with which he served his family and friends made him unforgettable. Even in his final years, friends would travel great distances simply to sit with him—a testimony to the love that he had so freely given all his life.

Everything that Fletcher treasured and held dear paled in comparison to the inexhaustible beauty and goodness he found in knowing and following Jesus. Fletcher loved the Lord deeply, and clung to truth that in Christ, he had been made a new creation. Jesus was his first and truest love, and he fought daily to give the Lord first place in his life. Every morning his children saw their Father sitting in front of his open Bible. He was always quick to share a recent insight from his time with the Lord or delve into a lively discussion affectionately known as “running a rabbit”. He was a man who spoke the truth—always direct, and somehow, always with deep love. You never questioned his thoughts; they came from a place of profound wisdom, authenticity and unwavering conviction. Even as his memory began to fade in his later years, he would smile and nod as his daughter read scripture over him. She would sometimes rest his hand on his Bible to bring him comfort—when he could remember little else, his body still remembered the feel of the well-worn pages that he had poured over for so many years. Fletcher understood deep in his bones that even when he could not remember the Lord, the Lord remembered him. God had Fletcher’s name engraved on the palm of his hand—the God who hated the brokenness of sin so much that he himself died to undo it held Fletcher tenderly and provided for him faithfully until he breathed his last. Very few men finish their race well—Fletcher Miller did. His legacy of faith has had an eternal impact on many, many of the people who experienced the gift of knowing and being loved by him.

Fletcher’s memory will be cherished and his story will be told by his daughter, Alicia Miller, his son, Brian Miller, his brother Darrell Miller, his grandchildren Kayla and Jeremy Mitchell and Hagan Miller, his nieces and nephews and a deep, loving, faithful community of friends - too many to name. We mourn the loss of Fletcher, but we know that he is not mourning now. The second he stepped out of the pain of this world, he stepped into the bliss of eternity—where everything sad is being made untrue. Fletcher is whole. He crossed the finish line of his faithful race and fell straight into the arms of Jesus, who bear-hugged him and whispered, well done, son. Welcome home.

Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his faithful servants. Psalm 116:15