Billy was the youngest son of Roy and Marge McMillan. He was raised in Berwyn, Illinois. Billy has 3 older brothers.(and a cat named Fluffy!)
I think Billy's birthday was on or around June 15, 1957.
After my Dad, Billy was the first love of my life. We were so close as children. We had countless hours of playing inside, outside, and on combined family vacations. We played from the time we woke up until we would fall asleep.
We had numerous doll hospitals where we would be a surgeon and nurse team. ALL of our stuffed animals received surgery, and all bore great surgical scars. "Fluff" the cat was often an unwilling participant (though we never ever hurt him). As we got older, we even played that Billy was the doctor and I was the patient!
We built countless forts. Mostly by combining blankets and bedroom furniture. There we would stash lethal amounts of M&M's, chips, and Coca Cola's to be consumed in a matter of a few hours. Our unsuspecting parents played the night away at the poker table in the kitchen. We watched every episode of "The Fugitive" including the very last one.
Big brother, Denny & his beautiful girlfriend Bonnie, would take us to the public pool in Berwyn where we cavorted for hours. Other times they would drop us off at the Saturday matinee where we watched cartoons and nature documentaries.
Our families would attend the company picnic every year which was always a fabulous free for all! The games, the hot dogs, the FUN!
During the summer, our folks would rent cottages on a lake and we would fish and swim and dig our way trying to reach China. Our birthdays were just a few days apart. I was born on June 13 and we often celebrated with combined birthday parties. I knew that his birthday was not the 13th, but that it was in the range of the 12th - 15th. That is one thing that I hope a family member could clear up for me, if possible.
There was something we were banned from...the pool table in the basement was OFF LIMITS! That belonged to the older boys and they had no problem letting us know that we had better not mess with it!
There was a fantastic kiddie amusement place nearby Berwyn where on rare and special times we would get to go. They had the coolest little pedal cars that we could ride all around a winding track.
Billy and I were often at our parent's "Print Shop" where we played in the many nooks & crannies that were to be explored. We even invented a crazy dance that would go along with the repetitive beat of the printing presses. Then, at home, when Mama would cook a roast in the pressure cooker, we would hear that same rhythm, and then would commence to do what became called the "Pressure Cooker" dance. (I still feel like doing it when I use my pressure cooker!)
On one game of Hide & Seek, we came upon a pile of kittens. We took one little black & white baby back to the print shop to beg the opportunity to keep it. Apparently, our pleading worked, and we did take the kitten home. "Baby" lived with us for a good 12 years. Baby was always a reminder to me of our adventures.
There was a little girl who lived down the block from the McMillans. Her name was Laura-lie (sp). Billy would tell me of times they had played and what they did, and I was green with envy! Her name was so close to mine as well. My secret desire was that her family would move out of town! I wanted Billy all to myself!
One of my most favorite memories was the McMillan wedding that we attended. The reception was held at a small airport. That is the last time that Billy & I had a BIG FUN time. There was all kinds of good food and free flowing champagne. We availed ourselves to several glasses and were feeling no pain! We laughed and laughed and carried on! Everyone was in such a great mood. Nobody knew, or cared, that they were contributing to the delinquency of minors! Of course, we were thrilled to be getting away with such behavior. I laugh now when I think of it!
As we got to high school, we grew apart. I am sure that it had to do with our parents whose relationship strained due to the difficulties of running a joint business. I got very involved with my friends and fell in love with a young man. Billy developed diabetes and that was very very hard on him and his family. My mother would occasionally report to me of Billy acting out at school or of making dumb adolescent kid choices. She told me that he was experimenting with dangerous drugs and hanging with bad actors. So, I allowed our relationship to go it's own way. And then, one day, I received the worst news of my life. The absolute worst. I have always felt that perhaps if I had been there for him, I might have made a difference. And, that is a very painful thought. I just can not imagine what his action and loss did to Marge, Roy, Gary, Wayne, and Denny. I am so touched that Gary named his son, Liam, after Billy.
One Saturday, many years earlier, my Mom & Billy planted yellow tulips in our front yard. The flowers came up year after year. After Billy died, their annual appearance was a bittersweet reminder of my love and my loss. As mama was in the process of dying from cancer, I asked her that if it was possible to communicate with him in Heaven, that she would let her know how very much I love him. She promised me that she would. Of all the precious family & friends I have ever known in my life who have now passed, it is Billy with whom I most hope to reunite once again. He is in my soul.
Note~This is the address of the house that the McMillan's lived in: 3211 Harvey Ave, Berwyn, IL, 60402-3511
I think Billy's birthday was on or around June 15, 1957.
After my Dad, Billy was the first love of my life. We were so close as children. We had countless hours of playing inside, outside, and on combined family vacations. We played from the time we woke up until we would fall asleep.
We had numerous doll hospitals where we would be a surgeon and nurse team. ALL of our stuffed animals received surgery, and all bore great surgical scars. "Fluff" the cat was often an unwilling participant (though we never ever hurt him). As we got older, we even played that Billy was the doctor and I was the patient!
We built countless forts. Mostly by combining blankets and bedroom furniture. There we would stash lethal amounts of M&M's, chips, and Coca Cola's to be consumed in a matter of a few hours. Our unsuspecting parents played the night away at the poker table in the kitchen. We watched every episode of "The Fugitive" including the very last one.
Big brother, Denny & his beautiful girlfriend Bonnie, would take us to the public pool in Berwyn where we cavorted for hours. Other times they would drop us off at the Saturday matinee where we watched cartoons and nature documentaries.
Our families would attend the company picnic every year which was always a fabulous free for all! The games, the hot dogs, the FUN!
During the summer, our folks would rent cottages on a lake and we would fish and swim and dig our way trying to reach China. Our birthdays were just a few days apart. I was born on June 13 and we often celebrated with combined birthday parties. I knew that his birthday was not the 13th, but that it was in the range of the 12th - 15th. That is one thing that I hope a family member could clear up for me, if possible.
There was something we were banned from...the pool table in the basement was OFF LIMITS! That belonged to the older boys and they had no problem letting us know that we had better not mess with it!
There was a fantastic kiddie amusement place nearby Berwyn where on rare and special times we would get to go. They had the coolest little pedal cars that we could ride all around a winding track.
Billy and I were often at our parent's "Print Shop" where we played in the many nooks & crannies that were to be explored. We even invented a crazy dance that would go along with the repetitive beat of the printing presses. Then, at home, when Mama would cook a roast in the pressure cooker, we would hear that same rhythm, and then would commence to do what became called the "Pressure Cooker" dance. (I still feel like doing it when I use my pressure cooker!)
On one game of Hide & Seek, we came upon a pile of kittens. We took one little black & white baby back to the print shop to beg the opportunity to keep it. Apparently, our pleading worked, and we did take the kitten home. "Baby" lived with us for a good 12 years. Baby was always a reminder to me of our adventures.
There was a little girl who lived down the block from the McMillans. Her name was Laura-lie (sp). Billy would tell me of times they had played and what they did, and I was green with envy! Her name was so close to mine as well. My secret desire was that her family would move out of town! I wanted Billy all to myself!
One of my most favorite memories was the McMillan wedding that we attended. The reception was held at a small airport. That is the last time that Billy & I had a BIG FUN time. There was all kinds of good food and free flowing champagne. We availed ourselves to several glasses and were feeling no pain! We laughed and laughed and carried on! Everyone was in such a great mood. Nobody knew, or cared, that they were contributing to the delinquency of minors! Of course, we were thrilled to be getting away with such behavior. I laugh now when I think of it!
As we got to high school, we grew apart. I am sure that it had to do with our parents whose relationship strained due to the difficulties of running a joint business. I got very involved with my friends and fell in love with a young man. Billy developed diabetes and that was very very hard on him and his family. My mother would occasionally report to me of Billy acting out at school or of making dumb adolescent kid choices. She told me that he was experimenting with dangerous drugs and hanging with bad actors. So, I allowed our relationship to go it's own way. And then, one day, I received the worst news of my life. The absolute worst. I have always felt that perhaps if I had been there for him, I might have made a difference. And, that is a very painful thought. I just can not imagine what his action and loss did to Marge, Roy, Gary, Wayne, and Denny. I am so touched that Gary named his son, Liam, after Billy.
One Saturday, many years earlier, my Mom & Billy planted yellow tulips in our front yard. The flowers came up year after year. After Billy died, their annual appearance was a bittersweet reminder of my love and my loss. As mama was in the process of dying from cancer, I asked her that if it was possible to communicate with him in Heaven, that she would let her know how very much I love him. She promised me that she would. Of all the precious family & friends I have ever known in my life who have now passed, it is Billy with whom I most hope to reunite once again. He is in my soul.
Note~This is the address of the house that the McMillan's lived in: 3211 Harvey Ave, Berwyn, IL, 60402-3511
Billy was the youngest son of Roy and Marge McMillan. He was raised in Berwyn, Illinois. Billy has 3 older brothers.(and a cat named Fluffy!)
I think Billy's birthday was on or around June 15, 1957.
After my Dad, Billy was the first love of my life. We were so close as children. We had countless hours of playing inside, outside, and on combined family vacations. We played from the time we woke up until we would fall asleep.
We had numerous doll hospitals where we would be a surgeon and nurse team. ALL of our stuffed animals received surgery, and all bore great surgical scars. "Fluff" the cat was often an unwilling participant (though we never ever hurt him). As we got older, we even played that Billy was the doctor and I was the patient!
We built countless forts. Mostly by combining blankets and bedroom furniture. There we would stash lethal amounts of M&M's, chips, and Coca Cola's to be consumed in a matter of a few hours. Our unsuspecting parents played the night away at the poker table in the kitchen. We watched every episode of "The Fugitive" including the very last one.
Big brother, Denny & his beautiful girlfriend Bonnie, would take us to the public pool in Berwyn where we cavorted for hours. Other times they would drop us off at the Saturday matinee where we watched cartoons and nature documentaries.
Our families would attend the company picnic every year which was always a fabulous free for all! The games, the hot dogs, the FUN!
During the summer, our folks would rent cottages on a lake and we would fish and swim and dig our way trying to reach China. Our birthdays were just a few days apart. I was born on June 13 and we often celebrated with combined birthday parties. I knew that his birthday was not the 13th, but that it was in the range of the 12th - 15th. That is one thing that I hope a family member could clear up for me, if possible.
There was something we were banned from...the pool table in the basement was OFF LIMITS! That belonged to the older boys and they had no problem letting us know that we had better not mess with it!
There was a fantastic kiddie amusement place nearby Berwyn where on rare and special times we would get to go. They had the coolest little pedal cars that we could ride all around a winding track.
Billy and I were often at our parent's "Print Shop" where we played in the many nooks & crannies that were to be explored. We even invented a crazy dance that would go along with the repetitive beat of the printing presses. Then, at home, when Mama would cook a roast in the pressure cooker, we would hear that same rhythm, and then would commence to do what became called the "Pressure Cooker" dance. (I still feel like doing it when I use my pressure cooker!)
On one game of Hide & Seek, we came upon a pile of kittens. We took one little black & white baby back to the print shop to beg the opportunity to keep it. Apparently, our pleading worked, and we did take the kitten home. "Baby" lived with us for a good 12 years. Baby was always a reminder to me of our adventures.
There was a little girl who lived down the block from the McMillans. Her name was Laura-lie (sp). Billy would tell me of times they had played and what they did, and I was green with envy! Her name was so close to mine as well. My secret desire was that her family would move out of town! I wanted Billy all to myself!
One of my most favorite memories was the McMillan wedding that we attended. The reception was held at a small airport. That is the last time that Billy & I had a BIG FUN time. There was all kinds of good food and free flowing champagne. We availed ourselves to several glasses and were feeling no pain! We laughed and laughed and carried on! Everyone was in such a great mood. Nobody knew, or cared, that they were contributing to the delinquency of minors! Of course, we were thrilled to be getting away with such behavior. I laugh now when I think of it!
As we got to high school, we grew apart. I am sure that it had to do with our parents whose relationship strained due to the difficulties of running a joint business. I got very involved with my friends and fell in love with a young man. Billy developed diabetes and that was very very hard on him and his family. My mother would occasionally report to me of Billy acting out at school or of making dumb adolescent kid choices. She told me that he was experimenting with dangerous drugs and hanging with bad actors. So, I allowed our relationship to go it's own way. And then, one day, I received the worst news of my life. The absolute worst. I have always felt that perhaps if I had been there for him, I might have made a difference. And, that is a very painful thought. I just can not imagine what his action and loss did to Marge, Roy, Gary, Wayne, and Denny. I am so touched that Gary named his son, Liam, after Billy.
One Saturday, many years earlier, my Mom & Billy planted yellow tulips in our front yard. The flowers came up year after year. After Billy died, their annual appearance was a bittersweet reminder of my love and my loss. As mama was in the process of dying from cancer, I asked her that if it was possible to communicate with him in Heaven, that she would let her know how very much I love him. She promised me that she would. Of all the precious family & friends I have ever known in my life who have now passed, it is Billy with whom I most hope to reunite once again. He is in my soul.
Note~This is the address of the house that the McMillan's lived in: 3211 Harvey Ave, Berwyn, IL, 60402-3511
I think Billy's birthday was on or around June 15, 1957.
After my Dad, Billy was the first love of my life. We were so close as children. We had countless hours of playing inside, outside, and on combined family vacations. We played from the time we woke up until we would fall asleep.
We had numerous doll hospitals where we would be a surgeon and nurse team. ALL of our stuffed animals received surgery, and all bore great surgical scars. "Fluff" the cat was often an unwilling participant (though we never ever hurt him). As we got older, we even played that Billy was the doctor and I was the patient!
We built countless forts. Mostly by combining blankets and bedroom furniture. There we would stash lethal amounts of M&M's, chips, and Coca Cola's to be consumed in a matter of a few hours. Our unsuspecting parents played the night away at the poker table in the kitchen. We watched every episode of "The Fugitive" including the very last one.
Big brother, Denny & his beautiful girlfriend Bonnie, would take us to the public pool in Berwyn where we cavorted for hours. Other times they would drop us off at the Saturday matinee where we watched cartoons and nature documentaries.
Our families would attend the company picnic every year which was always a fabulous free for all! The games, the hot dogs, the FUN!
During the summer, our folks would rent cottages on a lake and we would fish and swim and dig our way trying to reach China. Our birthdays were just a few days apart. I was born on June 13 and we often celebrated with combined birthday parties. I knew that his birthday was not the 13th, but that it was in the range of the 12th - 15th. That is one thing that I hope a family member could clear up for me, if possible.
There was something we were banned from...the pool table in the basement was OFF LIMITS! That belonged to the older boys and they had no problem letting us know that we had better not mess with it!
There was a fantastic kiddie amusement place nearby Berwyn where on rare and special times we would get to go. They had the coolest little pedal cars that we could ride all around a winding track.
Billy and I were often at our parent's "Print Shop" where we played in the many nooks & crannies that were to be explored. We even invented a crazy dance that would go along with the repetitive beat of the printing presses. Then, at home, when Mama would cook a roast in the pressure cooker, we would hear that same rhythm, and then would commence to do what became called the "Pressure Cooker" dance. (I still feel like doing it when I use my pressure cooker!)
On one game of Hide & Seek, we came upon a pile of kittens. We took one little black & white baby back to the print shop to beg the opportunity to keep it. Apparently, our pleading worked, and we did take the kitten home. "Baby" lived with us for a good 12 years. Baby was always a reminder to me of our adventures.
There was a little girl who lived down the block from the McMillans. Her name was Laura-lie (sp). Billy would tell me of times they had played and what they did, and I was green with envy! Her name was so close to mine as well. My secret desire was that her family would move out of town! I wanted Billy all to myself!
One of my most favorite memories was the McMillan wedding that we attended. The reception was held at a small airport. That is the last time that Billy & I had a BIG FUN time. There was all kinds of good food and free flowing champagne. We availed ourselves to several glasses and were feeling no pain! We laughed and laughed and carried on! Everyone was in such a great mood. Nobody knew, or cared, that they were contributing to the delinquency of minors! Of course, we were thrilled to be getting away with such behavior. I laugh now when I think of it!
As we got to high school, we grew apart. I am sure that it had to do with our parents whose relationship strained due to the difficulties of running a joint business. I got very involved with my friends and fell in love with a young man. Billy developed diabetes and that was very very hard on him and his family. My mother would occasionally report to me of Billy acting out at school or of making dumb adolescent kid choices. She told me that he was experimenting with dangerous drugs and hanging with bad actors. So, I allowed our relationship to go it's own way. And then, one day, I received the worst news of my life. The absolute worst. I have always felt that perhaps if I had been there for him, I might have made a difference. And, that is a very painful thought. I just can not imagine what his action and loss did to Marge, Roy, Gary, Wayne, and Denny. I am so touched that Gary named his son, Liam, after Billy.
One Saturday, many years earlier, my Mom & Billy planted yellow tulips in our front yard. The flowers came up year after year. After Billy died, their annual appearance was a bittersweet reminder of my love and my loss. As mama was in the process of dying from cancer, I asked her that if it was possible to communicate with him in Heaven, that she would let her know how very much I love him. She promised me that she would. Of all the precious family & friends I have ever known in my life who have now passed, it is Billy with whom I most hope to reunite once again. He is in my soul.
Note~This is the address of the house that the McMillan's lived in: 3211 Harvey Ave, Berwyn, IL, 60402-3511
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