MOUNT VERNON — Beverly Hills, 67, of Mount Vernon, died Saturday, Dec. 31, 2011, after a short illness.
She was born in Sandusky, Ohio, and was raised in Mansfield where her parents resided.
She was preceded in death by her parents, Russell and Dorothy (Giedeman) Hills; and her sister, Carol (Hills) Beabout of Westerville.
She is survived by a sister, Linda Hills of Mansfield; her brother-in-law, Jerry Beabout of Westerville, and his three children, Brent (Julia) Beabout of Fort Lauderdale, Fla., Bethany Beabout Hills of Carey, N.C., and Melissa (John) Lidonnice of Canal Winchester.
Beverly enjoyed people and her social activities including her Red Hat gatherings, musical concerts and church activities. However, she especially took pleasure in her weekly participation in bingo and dining out to eat. She was blessed with regular visits from St. Vincent’s Church in Mount Vernon and participated in activities of other churches of various denominations. She was a member of Holy Trinity Lutheran Church and the Jared Mansfield Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution.
Family and friends are welcome to attend a memorial service Thursday, Jan. 5, at 1 p.m. at Holy Trinity Lutheran Church, 525 W. Cook Road, Mansfield. Wappner Funeral Directors is privileged to serve the family of Beverly Hills. Online guest registry at http://www.wappner.com.
The family of Beverly Hills would like to acknowledge and express their gratitude to the many compassionate caretakers from Country Club Retirement Campus who assisted Beverly over the many years she was a resident and especially during the past few months before her journey home to Christ. She loved people and tried to help others. She had a sincere heartfelt love for those who took that moment to chat or hold her hand and share a smile. The following poem was her favorite and expressed her sentiment the best: Beatitudes for Friends of the Aged (submitted by Beverly Hills-resident from 1981-2011):
“Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and palsied hand. Blessed are they who know that my ears today must strain to catch the things they say. Blessed are they who seem to know that my eyes are dim and my wits are slow. Blessed are they who looked away when coffee spilled at table today. Blessed are they with a cheery smile who stop to chat for a little while. Blessed are they who never say “You’ve told that story twice today.’ Blessed are they who know the ways to bring back memories of yesterdays. Blessed are they who make it known that I’m loved, respected and not alone. Blessed are they who know I’m at a loss to find the strength to carry the Cross. Blessed are those who ease the days on my journey Home in loving ways.”Copyright The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.