Mamie Hillier
Born In: SYDNEY, Nova Scotia, Canada
Passed in: SYDNEY, Nova Scotia, Canada
Passed on: April 1st, 2009
It is with great sadness that we announce the peaceful passing of our beloved mother, sister and grandmother, Mary ‘Mamie’ Hillier, 76 of Sydney, on Wednesday, April 1, 2009, at her home surrounded by her loving family, after a courageous struggle with her illness.
Born in Sydney, she was the daughter of the late Violet Sullivan.
She was a member of Holy Redeemer parish, Whitney Pier. Mamie was a former longtime member of the Metro Mixed bowling league, was well known as ‘One-Step’ on CB Radio for many years and more recently she developed a keen interest with being online with her friends. A loving caring person whose family was her greatest joy, she was a kind and gentle woman loved by all who knew her especially her many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
She is survived by two daughters, Nadine (Ralph )Erickson, Iona, Tracey (Jamie), Sydney; two sons, William (Kelly), Fort Saskatchewan, Alta., Allan (Raylene), Sydney; grandchildren, Tana, David, Brittany, Allison, Tyler, Jordan, Larissa, Nicole, Trevor and great-grandchildren, Brandon, Tristan, Aiden and Andrew. Mamie is also survived by sister-in-law and best friend, Theresa Musgrave; two brothers, Morris (Joyce) Sullivan, Kareem (Mary) Sullivan, both of Sydney and by many nieces and nephews.
She was predeceased by her husband, Bill in 2008, brothers, Archibald, Percy, Bill and sisters, Aggie and Mary.
Visitation for Mamie Hillier will take place Friday, April 3 from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. at T.W. Curry Parkview Chapel. A funeral service will take place Saturday at 11 a.m. at the funeral home chapel with Rev. Errol MacDonald officiating. Interment in Forest Haven Memorial Gardens.
Donations may be made to the Cape Breton Palliative Care Society, VON or Holy Redeemer Building Fund.
Online condolences may be sent to twcurryparkviewchapel@ns.sympatico.ca or www.mem.com.
A Mother’s Love
A mother’s love is a blessing
No matter where you roam,
Keep her while she’s living
You’ll miss her when she’s gone.
Love her as in childhood
Though feeble old and gray,
For you’ll never miss a mother’s love
Till she’s buried beneath the clay.
Our Mother Our Friend
