Hello I Am Hank Hill's Daughter

Who am I? One of the first things that come to mind is, "Well I'll tell you what." the classic line of Hank from King of the Hill. Well, I am Hank Hill's daughter. You might wonder what on earth would make me say that. Well, I began watching King of the Hill a long time ago, and the whole time I kept thinking this is familiar.

Then, it hit me. My dad was Hank, a propane and propane accessory salesperson; he worked as the manager for Empire Gas. But the story doesn't end there. Bob owned Empire, in my opinion, Bob, was Mr. Strickland to a tee.

All of those things made me watch even closer. Sure Hank is not a replica of Daddy. But he is a great imitation.

My family informed me immediately that I had ruined King of the Hill for them with all my talk of Hank being Daddy and well Peggy is my Mama. So I guess that puts Larry as Bobby, and I have no idea about me. But, you can, believe me, I am not LouAnn.

Watching the show, I have seen so many things that occurred in my life as a child of that propane and propane accessory salesperson, which makes me feel like the main character in The Truman Show. Poor Jim Carrey had no idea that everyone knew everything, and he was just a pawn in the entire scheme.

So here's to Hank Hill, Daddy I love you.

Death Comes Like A Stranger in the Night

Death. It means so much, just those five little letters. I have seen and dealt with so much in my life. I have lost 4 Grandmothers, 1 Grandfather, my parents, my in-laws, friends, and even some I felt as if were my children.

It is always hard to deal with going on after you have lost someone you love so much. When my Mama died, I wasn't sure what we would do. I asked my Dad as we stared at the cold casket on that sunny day in May, "What will we do without her?" His reply was barely audible as he said, "I don't know."

My parents always had been inseparable for so many years. Even when possible Mama went with him to work and the moment he was home, they were together. No matter what they did it together. Now as they had to part in the worst way, I wondered what the world would be like for my poor Dad. How would he ever continue?

It was so hard to drive away and leave the cemetery that day knowing she was gone. But we had to. Then a life without a mother began for me.

Funny, you never realize how much you ask your mom until she isn't there. How many times I went to the phone and dialed to realize no one would pick up the other end. It is hard, then it happened. My Dad left me to go on and be with Mama just a few short years later.

That was the moment I began to feel all alone in the world. Not that my little family wasn't fantastic. My husband and kids are the best. It was just that now with no parents I honestly feel like an orphan.

You don't know what it will be like to lose your parents until you stand at their graves knowing you are alone.

That was the second I decided I needed to know my roots. Who was I? My parents step- families always made it clear I wasn't one of them, so now I needed to find out where I did come from.

Where did I start? I didn't have anyone who could help me in the search. No one to ask where to begin. So digging deep into the childhood memories I searched.

Genealogy is something that we should impress upon our children. Start as soon as you can, write things down, record anything you can because there won't always be someone around to tell you what the past held.