Today is my Grandma Hill's birthday. For the occasion I was going to re-post the blog entry I wrote about her. I did a quick search on the blog to find the entry and to my total surprize it did not show up. I scrolled through the blog entries to find it and did not find a blog entry for her. I felt bad. I have written numerous stories about my Grandma Clark, my Grandpa Hill, all my Uncles and Aunts that have passed away but not one entry about my Grandma Hill. I have 472 entries in the blog yet she is missing.
Then I noticed something. When I did my search on the blog for her, I came up with around 20 results. The results were entries about my Grandpa, my aunts and uncles and stories of growing up and visiting the Frisco yard.
Here is the thing. I had written all these different stories about life in the Hill family and grandma was always there. Her life was involved in everything. She was the rock in the family. She was the one that people came to. She was the one that led us all in the right direction, even her husband.
Here is my Grandma Hill in a nutshell.
She was wise but meek. She was strict but gentle. She held everyone to the rules but had forgiveness. She welcomed strangers into her house and cared for them even though she could see they brought their problems on themselves. She lived a clean life but nursed the sick in her home. She would give hobos who were hungry and penniless food if they stopped by. She kept my grandfather in line while being a dutiful wife and talking problems over with him before he made a decision. She never hated, but loved and people loved her in return.
Here is one story that pretty much defines Grandma. I was sitting with her at Grandpa's funeral visitation. She looked over her shoulder and saw a broken old man making his way up the aisle.
"Good gracious" she said with a slight sigh. "That is so and so (I don't remember the name of the man)"
"Who is he?" I asked with a very curious tone in my voice.
Here was her answer. "He worked at the Frisco with your grandpa. He was a drunk. He use to get drunk all the time and your grandpa would bring him home at times. We fed him and gave him coffee to sober him up. Sometimes he would sleep on the couch. Your grandpa didn't think a man should go home to his wife in that shape so he took the chore on to sober him up and then take him home." She was watching him the whole time as he went and paid his respects to my grandfather lying in the casket. He then turned and came over to Grandma. She was so nice and sincere as she talked to him and thanked him for coming that night. The man relayed his thoughts on what a great man he thought my grandpa was and then thanked grandma for all of her help. He held both of them in very high esteem. After he left, grandma had a smile on her face. All those years ago she had helped grandpa keep this man's life in line as much as they could, and she knew it was the right thing to do.
I know this is short and there is so much to write about her. But then I think, I have written SO much about her in this blog. Her life is here in so many examples of what a wonderful beautiful caring and loving person she was.
This is for her. This is for her children and grandchildren and all of those people she showed Christian love to.
She was a great woman who had a huge influence on not only me, but so very many people.
I love you Grandma and I miss you terribly. Thank you for all the life lessons you taught me.
