Nancy Ann Spiller, two days shy of 81, moved on to be with her beloved husband Friday, October 17th, 2025. In her final days she was surrounded by her loving family.

She was brought into this world by Andrew and Mary Jane Lebel on October 19th, 1944, in Brunswick, Maine. They later moved to Kittery, Maine which she called home for most of her life. Upon graduating from St.Patrick's School, she went on to higher education at Georgian Court University, graduating in 1966 with her degree in Biology. Soon after graduating she married William Richard Spiller and went on to have four sons.

She had many different jobs throughout her lifetime but first and foremost she was a mom. To know Nancy was to know someone who was welcoming, open, and loving. She welcomed into her home so many over the years, you can't count them all on your fingers and toes. It is her legacy that her family wasn't defined by blood or marriage. You were part of her family when you accepted her unconditional love, a love that will remain with us forever.

She is survived by a large extended family; Michael, Kerry and Cooper; Bryan, Alex, Amanda, Felix, Benjamin, and Elara; Sean; Tommy, Michelle, Ariana and Leah; Kevin and Ethan; Frank, Casey, and Ethan; Pete, Kristen, and Creedan; and Liz.

The family would like to welcome all who knew her to a Visitation on November 21st, 2025, at the JS Pelkey & Son Funeral Home, 125 Old Post Road, Kittery, Maine from 5 PM - 7 PM. There will be a funeral mass at St. Raphael's Church in Kittery, Maine on November 22nd, 2025 at 11 AM.

If you would like to order flowers we would like to recommend a local florist: Hillside Flowers in Kittery, Maine

If you would prefer to leave a donation in lieu of flowers please donate here: New Hampshire SPCA

Please read on to learn more about who Nancy Spiller, my mom, was to so many.

She had a desire to learn and always sought answers, even if it meant dissecting my childhood cat to learn why it died. I forgive you mom. It showed in her love for puzzles and crosswords. Before there were tablets and phones, our home was littered with puzzle books. For good or ill, her sons' love for gaming came from her. Puzzles, board games, card games, you name it, my mom loved it and shared that love with us. She loved arts and crafts, a love that never faltered. Did you know she made clothing, sewed, and crocheted? Well perhaps not the best but she could. She made dolls of all kinds. I think there is a box of dolls still around. Custom jewelry, yup she made them. Earrings, necklaces, brooches, you name it and every so often she'd make some really nice pieces. Don't forget the beads! She was a painter, too. Sadly, despite her efforts, it wasn't a talent she was able to pass along to me or my brothers. The good news is she has grandchildren who are very talented. And finally, rocks. Yes, rocks. She loved walking on the beach, collecting the perfect rock, and painting and decorating them. She equally loved sharing them with her friends and loved ones. I think most of the people she lived with have one. I know they will continue to bring smiles to their faces for years to come. Her artistic talents weren't limited to arts and crafts either. She could play guitar and was a good singer too. While active in the church, she for many years led the music program. My most memorable moments were the children's Christmas mass. Songs, skits, and a church that would have people packed to the gills to witness. Near the end you had to get tickets for the masses and there were two of them on Christmas Eve. They were special, just like my mom.

Throughout her life she took on many jobs, other than being Mom. She tried many adventures in business: Daycare before daycare was really a thing. How about a religious bookstore run out of our small home! NuSkin. Selling arts and crafts and trying to launch a cloth doll business. Did she sell you your home? She was a realtor too. She even worked at Home Depot, supporting the professional builder's department until her fibromyalgia became too much, forcing her to retire with disability.

She was a cherished friend to many but there are a few I must mention because of how much they meant to her. Preceded by Barbara this past year, a lifelong friend who shared her love of animals. I can thank Barbara for the many dogs my parents had later in life. Pam, her college best friend, remained in touch up until the very end. My mom was always reminiscing of their travels, especially to Italy, and their times together and looking forward to their next adventure. Liz, another lifelong friend who joined our family and is like an Aunt to me. Now if you ever sat in a room with the two of them you needed to be prepared to listen because it was hard to get a word in or know when the conversation would end. Arnold and his late wife Diane. Since my early childhood, they were always involved in our family gatherings and were great friends to our family. Although I am no longer a religious person, it meant a great deal to have Arnold visit her in the hospital and provide her with a blessing. Thank you.

More than anything else she was a mom –not a perfect person, but as good of a mom as anyone could ask for. Things were not always easy throughout her life, but she persisted and succeeded in creating a welcoming home and a large extended family. I'd like to share with you some of the special traits that we remember about her:

-       Every time we would leave her presence she had to have her hug, and sometimes she would forget that you had hugged already, and she'd say "nothing wrong with a second hug"

-       She wasn't vain, flamboyant, or an attention seeker and whenever you would compliment her on something she would get a special look on her face that would make her shine.

-       Scratches! This may seem weird to some but back and head scratches. Anytime we would gather together, someone would be sitting down in front of mom to get a scratch.

-       Her love was unconditional. It was a special kind of love that many don't get to experience, and we are blessed to have received it from her.

In closing, I'd like to share with you something written by Frank, one of her chosen sons, that truly expresses the type of person my mom was to so many. Love always, BP

To the one I call Mom.

You came into my life, unknowingly filling a void.

Though you didn't have to, you chose to care for a young boy who was not your own.

You opened your home and were always ready to share a warming embrace.

Your heart, your warmth, your love and your kindness showed me how a home should feel and what a family could be.

You were a constant presence, and you taught me the strength of kindness and also that of giving.

Your light and love shone upon me and chased away the fears and the darkness in my life.

Your warmth and kindness healed a cold and fractured heart and filled it with joy, happiness, and love.

Without you, I wouldn't be the man I am today, and though you've gone to the great beyond, To me you will always be Mom.