Posted: 5:57 pm Wednesday, July 6th, 2016
By Staff Writer
Juuuuuuuuuuuuly! It’s here! It’s here!
Full-on, ain’t nobody foolin’ summertime! Glorious, glorious, summertime! My family and I kicked off the month, just as I described to you in last weeks newsletter, with a fun-filled fourth at the coast. We played, we ate, we oohed, we aahed. And, as the old social columns used to read, “A good time was had by all!”
But as fun as the weekend was for my family, there was a heaviness in my heart.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about my Executive Producer, Jane. My Janey Girl. My PERSON… On July 1, Jane lost her beautiful, beautiful sister, Kerry.
Let me back up. Janey is one of 7 children born to Bud and Gerry Bulman. The five girls were ‘book-ended’ by two boys and they are one of the closest-knit families I have ever known.
The girls are known collectively as “the Dolls” and though Jane, the baby girl, lives across the country from them all, they are all as close as if they were living in the same home.
Kerry, the nearest in age to Jane, has been fighting – valiantly, I might add – cancer for over 8 years. So many treatments, so many hopes, and so much determination! So strong was she, that it was often easy to forget that always within her a war was being waged against an unwelcome intruder. Kerry was a bright and unyielding light in the world!
Just weeks ago Kerry and a few other moms packed kids and cargo and road tripped from Rochester, MA to Knoxville, TN to the Global Tournament of Destination Imagination, an international creative problem solving program. Her daughter’s team had already won at both regional and state levels. Days of travel, competition, late nights, early mornings, and more travel, she remained #KerryStrong!
Kerry also saw her daughter graduate from high school this year, something she was told she would never do.
Following this incredible month of non-stop activity, she looked forward to relaxing on the annual family vacation at the Outer Banks, but she was feeling a little tired when preparing for the trip so called and asked one of the other Dolls if she could drive. The following day, she felt even more zapped, and the day after that, didn’t have the strength to get out of bed. One of the sisters took her to the hospital…
On a Tuesday, Kerry returned home with Hospice care. On Wednesday she saw visitors and I was so very fortunate to be one of them. We laughed, cried and prayed together. On Thursday she spent time mostly with her children, mother, the Dolls and younger brother… and early the next morning, she went to be with the Lord.
My Janey girl is hurting. Her family is hurting. Because, while we can tell ourselves that Kerry is now free of pain and suffering, reunited with her brother and father, whom she’s missed terribly, and rejoicing in the arms of our Lord and Savior, she is not here, and her absence is felt so heavily.
Won’t you please place my Janey, the Dolls, their brother, their beautiful mamma, Kerry’s children, and all who knew her in your thoughts, your hearts, and your prayers?
And will you please hold your loved ones tight. Give them an extra long hug, dial their number, tell them how special and what a treasure they are to you?
We are never promised tomorrow, my friends, please recognize today as the gift that it is; embrace it, look for the positive, and be grateful.
In Loving Memory
Dr. Kerry E. Bulman
February 16, 1962 ~ July 1, 2016
Rest in Peace Beautiful Dolly
My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry
By Fredrik Backman
I recently came across a book I found different and fascinating, and I fell in love with it! I’d like to introduce you to my July Book Club pick:
My Grandmother Said to Tell You She’s Sorry is not the faith-based novel or true-miracle kind of story I often tell you about… It’s a fantastic tale about an unusual 7 year old and an unapologetic nutter of a grandmother.
When her grandmother dies leaving behind letters she has written to people she has wronged, the task of delivering them falls to Elsa. It leads her out of her grandmother’s bed-time stories and into real-life adventures with wacky, terrifying, and truly one-of-a-kind characters.
I come from a long line of “different.” My parents were different, my siblings are different, and I am different. I have many, “different” children. Our differences are what make us wonderfully unique and create the rich tapestry of people that make up a most interesting world. I embrace “different.”
I loved My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry because the grandmother was able to see beyond peoples issues and love them for who they really were, and in that fierce, unconditional love, she brought out the best in everybody and rescued lost souls.
Visit my Book Club at Delilah.com and purchase your copy of My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry.
And, if after reading it, you want to know more about Elsa’s neighbor, Britt-Marie, her story continues in Britt-Marie Was Here.
I am so blessed by all of you who share your lives with me! I hope you know that I AM interested, really, in your lives and just delighted when you write and tell me a little story or anecdote. Like these two:
I just wanted to share a cute story with you…
I started listening to you a few weeks ago on my drive home from my mother’s house where I do my online classes…
My baby, who is almost 3, is named Delilah also. We call her Dilly for short and generally she’s only heard “Delilah” when she is in trouble. One night my two girls made it home without passing out before we got there. We were getting ready to go in the house, when “You’re listening to Delilah,” came over the radio.
I heard Dilly make a surprised sound in the back so I turned and looked; sure enough her eyes are huge and her mouth is wide open! She gives me a shocked “What did I do?!” look and with out missing a beat her 6 year old sister tells her, “It must be bad, the radio is telling on you!”
So now it is a running joke in the car if Dilly hears her name on your show she says, “I didn’t do it!”
Thank you for our last laugh of the night sometimes Delilah!
~ Jamie, Sylacauga, AL
I always listened to you when we lived on the east coast, in fact our son’s name was inspired by a story you told in 1999 about a mother who was forced to give her son up for adoption.
They found each other 22 years later. His name was Austin, and so is our son’s.
I just want thank you for being BEAUTIFUL YOU and for sharing your love, inspiration, strength and encouragement with me and others.
~ Rosa DePere, WI
Juuuuuuuuuuuuly! I’m looking forward to a warm, sweaty, month ahead. I’ll be doing some travel (See you soon Broadway in Bryant Park, NYC and Phoeniz, AZ,) gardening, loving, laughing, praying, and spending my evenings with you.
Please keep my Janey close at heart and always, always, always, Love Someone!