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hi my name linda michelle hill.i was born on july the 19th 1980 in gainesville,fla.i have one daugther aliena hill. my father robertc.hill sr. told me about this site and i love it..thank you all that have left note or flowers on my family memebers grave.. god bless u and your loved ones..|
my daddy Robert c. hill,sr.died on april the 6th 2009.i love an miss him so much.your always with me.my love for you will never fade.you have my heart "old man".
i just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart that visits my daddy an that is his friend also before he passed.he is so loved an missed by his family an friends but also his find a grave family an friends.he enjoyed this site an the people so much.thank you all for yall's support an friendship to me an my sister debra after his passing. and for yall's friendship with my daddy. thank you so much.
to my daddy's dear friend kerstin for sponsoring his page .thank you so much our dear friend .it means more than you know.
I LOVE YOU MY SWEET DADDY.
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Memorial Day 2012
"From the president of the United States and grateful Nation."
I remember the words so clearly as they handed my Mother the flag. I had never heard those words before that. As I stood there on that cold November Day, thoughts came swirling in my head. I flashed back to my fathers entire demeanor. How he organized his clothing drawers were. How he lived with honor, how military he was. How he had wanted to be in the National Cemetery and I was so against it.
It was like it was all coming together in my head, I was seeing experiences known only to those understanding military tradition.
He was part of this white sea of headstones belonging to the men and women who valiantly defended our nation. His military back bone had always been there.
He served as a Chaplin ministering to Vets at the Minneapolis Veterans Hospital for years. He was on the honor guard for awhile. He gave blood routinely as he was AB negative, the rarest blood type in the world. Many nights he would get a 2 am call and out the door he would go to give blood because someone was in need. It took me years to understand what a military man is. He lived our nation and preserving it's goodness my entire life.
Memorial Day means so many different things to our society. The start of summer, picnics, it is the official end of winter where I live.
To veterans it is a time of reflection, of their courage, sacrifices, pride and loss. My son has lost 2 friends to the Iraq war, and another that came back severely injured and is struggling with his injuries and each day is a gift as those days are slipping away from him.
Memorial Day we bring into memory those that have fought for our freedom. I would like to thank you, for your Father, Son, daughter, husband, ancestor, or maybe even you, for the scarifies your families have endured to keep America out of harms way.
That as we begin Memorial Day 2012 our families remain strong and we are enduring together what our nation is all about....
"First in WAR ... First in PEACE ... and First in the HEARTS of his countrymen."
Added by Diane ღ on May 26, 2012 8:10 PM
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Hey Michelle. It's always good to hear from you. Yes, your dad would be very proud of you and your sister. He has raised two strong daughters and I know that it makes his heart smile. I hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas. Take care and I'll be talking to you soon.
Added by SH on Dec 25, 2011 9:08 PM
I have been working Christmas day for as long as I can remember. It has always been by choice. Although the double pay and a half is an incentive. It is the one day a year I know I can make a difference.
There are always the "ones" who are sitting by the elevator door waiting for their family to come. The "ones" who have no family but still hope for a visitor. The "ones" who's family can't come due to distance but they still hope. And the "ones" who have family but have long been forgotten.
There was a time when you could walk into a hospital or nursing home and visit with people. Now you have to go through "channels" you have to have clearance. In some cases if you want to volunteer to visit, you have to have a back ground check.
What has happened to us? We need each other so badly yet as a society we have been forced to part. As I walk through the stores and malls I can see people on the verge of tears. It is there ,right there under the surface, as time goes on it is getting harder for people to hide their pain.
The pain of what we are becoming in this treasured nation is worn on our peoples faces. Many have lost homes, jobs, and most of all hope. Hopes definition is, the emotional state which promotes the belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. How simple a definition can be said yet it's meaning is so vital to us all.
We are in the season of "hope'" it is more than time for hope to return to us. It is time to bring it back . We can have hope for a brighter future, to be more kind to each other, to help one another through this, and to ease each others pain if it is only with a glance and a smile of I understand, I am standing here with you.
We are a strong stubborn nation, built on a foundation of caring and taking care of each other. We can't let hope leave us.
On a Christmas morning long ago a baby was born into this world to bring us everlasting life. That was the beginning of hope. That was our salvation and our link to peace. The grouping of the words Faith, Hope, Love, Joy, Peace, are seen everywhere at this time of year.
I am sending you my wish that those words will not be words but an ointment to wash away your pain, your uncertainty of tomorrow and to send you my hope, that Faith, Hope, Love, Joy, and Peace, are part of your life each and everyday of the New Year.
Cyber Christmas Hugs,
Added by Diane ღ on Dec 16, 2011 9:33 PM
|Diane ღ||Dera Michelle,|
Thanksgiving Day Blessings...
Thanksgiving as a kid we had Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and then Christmas it was like leading up to the Super Bowl. In Minnesota it was almost worth the Halloween snow storm that does not stop until May. You got three wonderful holidays and it ended with presents. How much better could it get?
I remember one year my Mom had slaved over 4 pumpkin pies. She wanted them to cool quickly so she put them out on a ledge that actually was a cooling ledge right out side the kitchen window. It took about a minute and a half for the squirrels to find it. They had a party. There was about 7 of them swimming in her pies. I remember her standing at the window just looking out. All of us came running to see what she was looking at.
Squirrels were throwing pumpkin pie at each other one was running back and forth to feed another squirrel who was too frightened to approach the window. You could hear the holiday bliss and squirrels almost singing through the window. Their little furry faces were orange and they were chewing as fast as they could. Two of them thought it would be a good idea to take one home and were trying to drag a pie off.
I remember it was just mayhem out that window. Here she was, with 5 little children standing with her watching us, watch her face. None of us giggled or moved or even were breathing for a few minutes as we all stood there.
What would she do? She had been making pies for 2 days. I kept thinking she is going to explode any second. She left the window, went over to the freezer and pulled out 2 store bought frozen pies. Put them on the counter and looked at us kids.
In a low deep voice she said, "who did you think I was baking those pies for? The squirrels have to have Thanksgiving too".
It was so funny, I remember her reaction was almost as funny as what was going on outside that window. We laughed and watched. She was just going to be alright with this even if it killed her.
For days there were squirrels with stained orange faces jumping around the yard and all she would say is....Well, I know which ones did it, and I will be watching for them come Christmas.
Now I look back on those precious days so differently. It is about being together and seeing your family. Some that only are able to come for holidays due to distance. It is about seeing that one or two family members that always leave you shaking your head. It is about the new life, the babies and kids that are living the Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas Super Bowl.
We all have our memories of those who have gone before, don't let those memories make you sad, keep them close to your heart because those memories are what keep them near to us, they live on, when we can smile and see the squirrels faces covered in pumpkin on a cold winters day.
May the Joy and Hope of Thanksgiving bring you into the Christmas season refreshed and ready to party on.
Added by Diane ღ on Nov 22, 2011 11:25 AM
It's so great to hear from you. I think of you and your sister often. Your dad would be proud of you both. I'm doing pretty good, yes I did get married about a year ago. I'm happy and I think my dad would be happy that I was able to move on with my life. As always, you and your family will always be in my prayers. Take care of yourself and each other.
Added by SH on Nov 11, 2011 3:51 PM
Seeing that she is your friend, with sadness, I am letting you know that she passed away. Linda
Added by Ruby Red on Jun 08, 2011 12:46 PM
I'm just stopping through to say hello. It's been a long time since I've spoken to you. Please let me know how you and your sister is doing. I hope all is well.
Added by SH on Apr 15, 2011 2:29 PM
|dayton liz||Lorenzo Dow Hill|
I left some pictures of Lorenzo Dow Hill on his memorial site. He was buried in pleasant hill cemetery in Nobel, Ohio. I hope they are of interest to you. His wife was part of my family tree.
|Diane ღ||Happy Holidays!|
My most memorable Christmas started in October, I was pregnant and had became ill with kidney failure. I spent October and November in the hospital, fighting to give the baby a chance. I was told the baby weighed about one pound. There was no hope the child could survive outside of my body. We wanted this baby so badly. We had been hoping, and waiting to have a little one to call our own.
I was getting weaker but the baby was still growing. Giving this little one time to grow strong was all that mattered.
On November 27 my doctor entered my hospital room and told me both the baby and I were in danger, the time had come. I delivered by C section a 2 pound 2 oz baby boy. He went to a different hospitals Neo Natal intensive care unit and because of my recovery I didn't see him for three days.
I called the hospital to check how he was doing, it never seamed that he was alright. He was struggling and his life seemed like a distant reality.
I was discharged Dec 1, and I finally got to see my boy. I remember how small he was, about the length of my hand, I couldn't touch him because he had tubes and needles sticking all over his body. I had decided I could hold his little foot, that maybe somehow he would know I was there.
December 12, the doctor told us that Brice had cysts on one of his lungs and his lung had to be removed. It happened so quickly, there was little time to comprehend what was going on. That day the real fight began to keep him alive.
We stood off to the side and watched and waited for a change. Words like unstable, not responding, life threatening took on a whole new meaning. Numbers became our lifeline to our son, his vital signs were all important. Sometimes it felt like I was on a crash medical course. I knew that as long as those numbers stayed stable he was all right; to stray would mean possible death.
The numbers dipped and then elevated, day after day we became more dedicated to being at the hospital. It was as if our life stopped, except in that sterile environment. Although I knew it was Christmas time I never felt Christmasy. No Christmas presents were bought. No tree in our home. It was just winter stretching out before us in the darkness of the unknown.
On Christmas Eve I was standing next to his incubator holding his little tiny feet in my hand. There was some Christmas carol playing and it seamed so peaceful, almost too peaceful.
It was minutes to midnight and the monitor alarms went off. Brice had stopped breathing, he was turning blue and I watched in horror, feeling so helpless. Here was this sweet little boy who had been fighting for his life for almost a month now. He was going to sleep and he was not going to wake up.
I stepped away quickly so the doctors and nurses could work on him, I remember several people moving around and the urgency that loomed in the air. I moved to the other side of the room and looked out the window. My hope was gone and it seemed right that such little boy who had fought so hard was now being taken by angels away from me to God.
As I looked out the window there, in the snow, was a nativity scene. Lit up with lights and a straw bed where the baby Jesus laid.
I must have looked out that window many times before that moment; but I never saw it. I looked beyond and past it, finally as I stood there, I saw it.
I thought about Mary and her son. How far she had come to deliver a Savior on a cold night in Bethlehem. Mary must have been frightened, as I was now. She felt the uncertainty of what would lay ahead for her little boy. And at that moment my little boy was slipping away from me. Several minutes seem to pass and there was no relief in sight. I remember saying "God please take him quickly, don't let him suffer."
The next thing I felt was a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my husband. I was prepared for the worst. He grabbed me and whispered "They got him going again."
I knew for the first time in months that our son was going to live and I also knew it was Christmas morning.
May your Christmas memories lead you into the new year with hope, may your life have unspeakable joy that will always chase away your fears and sadness.
Added by Diane ღ on Dec 22, 2010 9:53 PM
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