Julie Hatfield
Big brother. So many memories: having to write letters about why we shouldn’t fight. Hikes up the mountain with the family dog, Prince. You getting kicked off the bus for teasing girls. Having to wear matching sweaters. At least I made “good money” off you for cleaning your room!
Then came little sister. Christmas morning couldn’t get started until you were up, so it was the only time she was allowed to jump on your bed. You taught her how to hammer a nail and how to drive a stick shift (sort of). You intimidated her boyfriends and walked her down the aisle at her wedding.
Pool parties, desert trips. Yogi Bear impersonations.
You were always our comic relief and emergency repair person. You will leave an empty spot in our hearts and family.
We are thankful you didn’t suffer and know that you were overjoyed to meet Christ, but it came too early.
You will always be in our hearts.
Till we meet again,
Janice and Julie

