Larry H. Miller, owner of the Utah Jazz, passed away a week ago. He was a remarkable person. A rags to riches story. He was the kind of individual that everyone felt they knew. I admired his passion and his tender heart. Though most identify him with the Jazz, his car dealerships and movie theaters, many don't know the depth of his philanthropy. He was an amazingly generous soul. The list of his giving is very long indeed. He always wanted to make the great state of Utah an even better place. One of his many projects that will bless lives for years to come are the Joseph Smith Papers. A remarkable endeavor funded and championed by Mr. Miller.
A few years ago I had the opportunity to meet him and shake his hand. I was at a movie premiere hosted at his Jordan Commons MoviePlex. The composer of the film was Sam Cardon, a college friend of mine. After the movie I greeted Sam with a hug, and then Sam asked me, "Have you met Larry Miller?" I turned and there he was and he shook my hand and I said, "Mr. Miller, it is a pleasure to meet you." And he said, "Call me Larry."