Hugh "ROD" Millikin

July 14, 1934- January 24, 2024

“Till we meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when, But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day” Alfie Boe and Vera Lynn- We’ll Meet Again

Hugh (if you don’t know him), Rod, Roddy, Roderick (when in trouble), Satch, Dad and Papa

Rod encountered a circuitry issue that disrupted the connection between his energy and body resulting in a full system shutdown (Electrician, IBEW 60 years).

After 89 years of instigating shenanigans, leading by example, and teaching those around him, he is now able to indulge in playing with any and all dogs; wearing his short shorts by the water ideally.

He shared 63 years with his loving wife as they successfully raised 3 children resulting in 5 grandchildren and 5 great grandchildren (so far). Anyone that knew him had the pleasure of receiving bad jokes, especially his punishing puns. Through the stories he shared of his teenage years we learned some things not to do, and how not to get caught while doing them.

Rod taught his family how to care for others, to welcome people into our home with big hugs (we ate many cold dinners, as hugs are important).  Work never interfered with his ability to drive countless hours to ice rinks chauffeuring his rink runners, their teammates and equipment to games. He spent many hours preparing the lighting for ice shows at the North Shore Winter Club, installing lights under the ice or setting up the spotlights. He took every opportunity to show his family how much he loved them through his support of all their activities and goals.

 His willingness to help others was evident in his many, many blood donations, and his active roles in the Seaforth Highlander Regiment and North Shore Rescue (1970’s)

Family requests no flowers unless you plant them for yourself. To provide good hugs, like you mean it; feed the birds their bird seed; ensure the hummingbird water is sweet and carry dog treats in your pockets for any dog you meet along your journey. And lastly keep the dog water bowl full outside for all animals to use.

If you feel the need to donate, please consider the SPCA .

“My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf

So it stood ninety years on the floor

It was taller by half than the old man himself

Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

….

Ninety years without slumbering

His life seconds numbering

It stopped short, never to go again

When the old man died”

Lyrics by Henry Clay Work from My Grandfather’s Clock

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