Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Her husband has terminal colon cancer, and a neighbor had taken him for a jeep ride. They do this to lift his spirits and to take his mind off his cancer. When they got home, Malcolm went into the house and the first thing he noticed was that Julie wasn't up. He went into their bedroom and found her dead. What a shock!!!! to put it mildly. Julie had just turned 45 on February 27th. They have four boys, three who are grown and two are on missions. The youngest Pierce is only 9 and is still at home. The good thing is that he was gone on an outing with the school that dark day. Julie's mother who lives next door was gone on a trip too. Poor Malcolm was alone, but I am sure the neighbors rallied around him as soon as they found out. My heart aches for the family and especially Pierce. I have seen the interaction between him and his Mom at church. Julie was always hugging him and you could see the love between them. I don't know how much longer Malcolm will live, but I can't stand the thought of poor little Pierce losing not only his mother but his father too.
My personal opinion is that Julie had been under so much stress with her husband's illness, and had gained a lot of weight-----she was a stress eater------I think she had a stroke or a heart attack. At this time I haven't heard what the cause of death was. I think that she was so busy taking care of everybody else that she didn't listen to her body symptoms, etc. and the outcome wasn't good. The only good thing about her death was how she went.....in her sleep. That is the way I want to go. Don't we all?
I will miss Julie and her bright smile, her cute personality, her hugs and the way she brightened a room when she walked in. I am still in disbelief that she is gone and I won't be seeing her around the neighborhood, and church. Her funeral was really nice, and she had many friends and family there.
After the funeral, I met Sherry, Renee and Rozlynn at The Scoop. Once again I forgot my camera. Rozlynn is so dang cute and could warp me around her finger in a minute. I took her for a little walk and I should say a little run because that is what she does is run. I don't think she knows how to walk slow.
Renee is having a tough time right now and I wish I could wave a magic wand and make everything right for her, but unfortunately that isn't how life is. All I can do is pray for her.
We were impressed with the two young girls that were transcribing census. Their work was showing on the big screens and people would stop to see what the girls were doing. I didn't get the their names written down, but they are the granddaughters of Cindy Brown the head of our Family History Center. Usually you don't see young people doing things like this.
The only things we got to see at the fair was what was on the aisle of where our booth was located. Frank and I thought we would go the next day, but it was really cold, and windy and I still wasn't feeling too well. So this is the first year in years that we didn't get to the fair. I missed the funnel cakes......darn!!!!
Saturday was even worse as far as the weather. It actually rained, and it was trying to snow at the same time. So cold and windy again. Makes me wonder just how well the fair did. Who wants to go to the fair in that kind of weather? Sunday was a much better day as far as the weather so maybe it was a better turn out day for the fair.
Sherry brought Rozlynn out to spend the weekend as Renee had to work Saturday, and her day care is closed on the weekends. I went to Sherry's to spend the afternoon with her and Rozlynn. I had so much fun playing with Rozlynn. I can't believe that I forgot to take my camera again. I am going to have to put it in my purse and leave it there so it is always with me. Sherry and Renee went to the fair Sunday, and I spent the day at home resting as I still was feeling lousy. I think the antibiotic was making me feel bad as they state on the Z-pack that it stays in your system several days after you finish your last pill. I didn't go to church and Frank ended up coming home early as he scratched his arm and had blood all over his white shirt. So we spent a quiet Sunday afternoon snoozing...