forty days. forty stories.
I first met Julie 27 years ago when I began dating her Uncle Gary. I have watched her chase her dreams and follow her heart through high school, college, the Peace Corp, Korea, Alaska, Antarctica, etc.. She has had more adventures than I could ever imagine. Most people reading this web site know “Joolee” the fearless adventure seeking world traveler who takes on icebergs, volcanoes, raging rivers, sky high mountain ranges and hippos. I know Julie the family member. I know Julie the daughter, the granddaughter, the cousin, the niece, the sister and the aunt.
Julie’s grandparents, Bill and Martha, had a map of the world hanging in their home. Every time Julie went to another country they added another pin. Julies’ grandmother collected Owls. Julie would send her Owls from the countries she visited around the world. The map points and owls kept multiplying. When friends would see Bill and Martha they would always ask, “What’s Julie doing now ?”. When I visited I would ask the same and Martha would dig out the latest letter and tell me about the latest phone call. They were so very proud of you.
More important than the letters, phone calls and keepsakes was the time Julie always made for her grandparents. Julie was there for them. Even with all of the health problems that come with “old age”, Julie could always make them smile.
So on behalf of your grandparents and myself I would like to say “Thanks for the Memories”. Memories of Christmas dinners at your grandmas kitchen table and summer picnics in the backyard. Memories of your grandfather with his video recorder on the tripod, recording Thanksgiving dinner at the farm. Memories of birthdays and weddings, anniversaries, graduations and family reunions. Memories of births and deaths. Memories of all the things that make a family, well…a family. Thank you Julie.
Julie makes everyone she meets feel loved and special. This is because she is more special and much more loved than she will ever know.