A Loving Tribute to Sister Corrine
“Remembering A Friend that Turned into Family.” -Amber Monroe A few days ago I received the sad news that a longtime friend of my family, Mrs. Corrine Hill had passed away. While I had two grandmas for the majority of my childhood, and one still living, she was kind of our “Abilene grandma” while we were all small. I remember vividly the excitement my sister, brother and I would all feel upon hearing that we would all be going over to “Sister Hill’s” house for the evening She was our babysitter for years. We would pack up in the car, chatting with each other about all the fun times we would have, shows we would watch, games we would play, and food we would eat. And when we got there, to that little house at the end of the street with the glass door, everything was always the same–and we loved it. From her dining room table with the pretty settings, to her immaculate living room filled with ornate curio figurines and beautiful decor–all telltale signs of a home long since absent of the constant chaos and clutter of little children. But it felt just like home to us, and she felt just like family. I remember fun sleepovers where my sister and I would stay up late chatting all night, but we never got in trouble. We would bring toys and she would sit and eagerly listen to us go on and on and on about them the way chatty children do. Her kitchen was cozy and warm, and there was always something yummy to eat. She gave us so much love, so many hugs, long talks, and funny stories. She treated us like we were hers. As a kid, I had so much fun with her, but now as an adult with children of my own that I occasionally have to be away from, I can now truly and fully appreciate what she did for our family in the way that she cared for us, kept us safe and happy, and gave my parents that peace of mind to know that we were loved like her own. That truly is priceless. The last time I went to visit Mrs. Hill was in 2012 I believe. Ryder was still so little, and Asher was just a baby. I remember her house was still the same, and I felt like I was brought back to my childhood all over again, except now I was the parent. It warmed my heart so much to see how happy meeting the boys made her. She would have really enjoyed meeting Magdalene. I am really going to miss her, and there is a little part of me that is going to be empty now, and sad to go back to Abilene knowing she won’t be there. Even though I made excuses, and there was always so much going on, I knew she was there, and that she would have seen us, if I asked. But the beautiful thing about being a servant of Christ, as she was, is that she has now received her reward with God in heaven. As sad as we all are today, she is that much happier now, rejoicing with the others that have gone before her, and one day we’ll all see each other again. That is the comfort I will seek whenever my mind starts to wander to that little house at the end of the street with the glass door. .Editors Note: We are thankful that Amber put into words the sentiments of the Miller Family.