|Reading with Hannah|
She loved being with family.
Julie loved her dog Phoenix.
She had good taste in decorating, and in dressing.
Clothes always looked good on her slim, athletic body.
|Julie modeling my old coat from the 70's|
|Julie & Jason|
When she was eighteen she had her first bout with severe depression.
She fought a battle with depression her entire adult life.
Her mood disorder caused her to be
moody, distant, troubled, detached, insecure.
Many never knew how much she suffered from depression.
At times she could be so annoying.
Her moods were overwhelming to her and others.
Still, she showed up.
She was independent, and wise, and trustworthy.
Julie had such physical strength and balance.
She always seemed to be the one we leaned into for balance in family dynamics,
or when we decided to kick up our heels in fun.
I always think of her as the lynchpin.
On the day that would have been Julie's 40th birthday,
I want to remember her as she has always been to me:
my beautiful springtime pixie.
My heart broke when she left us.
It will always be broken.
Between the broken pieces in my heart, my love for her, and her love for me, allows me to remember clearly and see her beautiful blue eyes and her smile.
I think of her sense of fun and of whimsy.
I remember her wise beyond her years intelligence.
I remember her arm around my shoulder.
I remember the special bond that we had.
I am blessed because
Julie Ann Christiansen
was a special gift God sent to me on
on a beautiful spring day in April when the daffodils were blooming
forty years ago today.
My life was so enriched because she graced my life.
She remains my treasured daughter.