Nancy Hill (1932-2005) *73
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This was my mommy. We didn't get along at the end. Or in the middle, really. I don't know why. It was probably my fault. I miss her though, and wish she were still here to give me advice about my own grown children. I used to call her every day on the way to work. It sort of got my day off to a good start. In the end, I had to have my sister tell me she'd passed. How did that happen? What went so wrong? Now, my kids are so bad, though, that it would break her heart, so maybe it's better off that she's dead. She loved my grandson, Kane, but she never took to Kealani. I don't know why. Same reason probably that she loved my son, Jeff, but not so much my daughter, Regis. Then when Jeff had a son, she adored him and not his daughter. She would deny this, but my husband and I have often remarked how differently she treated them. Now she's missing the best of all, our granddaughter, Madison. If Madison turns out to be a drug addict or a thief or an alcoholic, I hope I die before that happens. I couldn't do it again. I miss you, Mom.