Good bye Brother...

The last 2 weeks has been a difficult time as I spent time with my brother who was dying from cancer, also my husbands uncle was dying-we knew they were going, so we did have some time with them, which often people have no warning.  For that, we are thankful, but it did not make it is any easier.


What a long week...difficult to say good by to anyone you love, no matter what the reason is for their passing.

The Milliman family has never been the closest most 'huggy lovie' family, we fight like cats and dogs-but when it comes down to the serious stuff in life, we stick together like tongue and groove flooring...no way anything can penetrate the bond.

Frank was the oldest of us 5 living siblings. He was born in 1958 to David Lyman and Rosella Milliman.  Their first born.

During our young child hood we lived on 2 different farms-that I can remember.  One was on Round Lake Road in Michigan-a farm owned by -as my father called him-Ol' doc Hedgecock...

This is also the home where we were at when the palm sunday tornado went thru...I remember seeing that tornado-

I was very young, but that memory is still vivid in my brain...The house below is where we lived then...

The big old brick home, I loved this place as a child! Room to explore and plenty of room outdoors to run and play too!

and the other home was in Burr Oak.

In 1955 my older sister was born...

Frank in the back, then our mother, Teresa and our Father holding me-Ireena

My mother said she lost a baby between the birth of my sister and myself, but I was born in 1962.  

Later Lana-1965 and Barbara in 19**  finished our family.

Back row:Frank (picking on our sister Teresa as He always did when a photo was taken) and my sister  Teresa, then Lana on the lap of our 'grampa' -John Johnson, who was not really our grampa, but an older gentleman from the town of Colon, whom we sort of adopted as our grampa, and barb in the middle, then Me-Ireena.

 Frank worked up until the week before he died.  Unlike so many people today- he had a hard time getting around, after all he did have Parkinson's, and cancer.  He could hardly hold his head up-I often saw him wearing a neck brace for support of his head, but he still would work and get around, even on the bad days when he would use his scooter, but you did not see him being lazy.  If he was sitting around, he would be spending time with his family, visiting, putting a puzzle together, or watching the antique road show or the show pickers!  (he was into antiques!)This is unlike many people today....

You will be missed ...