Thinking about you mom like I do every night at 7:30. My alarm is still set on my phone to give you a call

We used to live with Gram as kids. I recall her sitting on the front porch on summer mornings. We lived one block from the Heinen’s grocery store. On occasion she would spot an elderly woman carrying her groceries down the street and would demand that I approach the burdened woman to offer my assistance. 

I hated when Gram would make me do this. I felt awkward and shy approaching a stranger. I was busy playing and didn’t want to do it. But then I would meet a person in need and learn about her as I carried her groceries home at a very slow pace, sometimes many blocks away. I’d always return with a great sense of satisfaction and gratitude. 

My grandma taught me that being a good person or doing the right thing can often be uncomfortable and it is almost always the more difficult path taken. 

Will always miss you Gram. 

I miss you mom!  Every night at 7:30pm my phone alarm goes off so I don’t forget to call and I miss talking to you even though it was very brief toward the last several weeks of calls.  I know that someday I will see you again and that thought brings me peace.  I know you are happy, how can you not be when you are face to face with Yeshua and in His presence,  also with gram, uncle Danny, aunt Mary and Aunt Judy?  Your memorial service filled up with your family will be this weekend and I know you would have liked that too!  We will be singing some good hymns!  I believe that Jesus will be coming back so very soon, and so, I will see you soon again too! I love you mom and thank God for letting me be your daughter it was not happenstance. There is no coincidence with God!  I will see you again!!!
Heidi

Gram was always creative.  Most of my memories involve things like making jewelry together in her attic as we watched classic films like “Gone With the Wind”.  She would often take me on outings and adventures to thrift stores, garage sales or just splitting a chocolate malt at Friendly’s.  She loved to tell me fairy tales and anything imaginative.  She bought me pointe ballet shoes and a ballerina tutu when I was little so I could pretend to be a real one.  The little creativity I have I owe to her.  

In her later years, she loved to pray with me on the phone and reminisce about her days as a young mother.  She always encouraged me to love my little boys and be thankful for them. She will be missed!

I remember going to the flea markets with Gram, and the crazy things she used to buy like the scratchy tiger blanket. She loved hanging out with family and finding a good deal on an antique at the thrift stores. I also remember riding in her truck to Florida and her mowing the lawn on the Wooster house. Since she lived with us she was part of our daily lives as we grew up. 

Thanks Mrs. Hill
You always opened your home to all of your children's friends and
treated us like extended family.  There are a couple classic quotes
I will never forget.  "I am going to call Brad's mother"  and "No mush
mush on the couch".
Rest in Peace, Barb.

OBITUARY

Mrs. Barbara Ann Hill

July 13, 1934 – July 1, 2019

Hodges Funeral Home at Lee Memorial Park

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