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Julie L. (Rossi) Ryan

Julie L. (Rossi) Ryan went to her final rest into the loving arms of her Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ on this the 24th day of February. Her parents Carmine and Pasquale Rossi, brother Mario Rossi, and sisters Judy Mauro, Teresa Peris and Bertha Williams predeceased her.

Her loving husband Edward John Ryan, Jr., precious son and daughter-in-law Philip and Karen Ryan, sisters Mary O’Malley, Anita Ciacelli and brother-in-law Armand Ciacelli, brother Dominic Rossi and sister-in-law Anne Rossi survive her. She also leaves her loving godmother Helen Banko, special nieces and nephew Diane Peris, Sharon Jacobs, Carol and Tom Fuller, Godsons Christian Peris, Patrick Jacobs and Justin Groats. Her special cousins Aldo and Libra Ferraccoli and family also survive her. Julie leaves many longtime friends including Fr. Edward Hays, Lucy Lovertich, Ricky Bentley, Ruth Loecher, Joyce Wurth and Chuck Schoenberger.

Julie was born in Endicott February 22, 1934 and graduated from Vestal High School in 1952. She enlisted in the US Air Force during the Korean Conflict and qualified as an airborne navigation repairman at Keesler AFB, Mississippi. She then transferred to Chanute AFB, Illinois where she maintained and repaired airborne navigation systems on TB-25 bombers. In December 1954 Julie married fellow Air Force member Ed. Their son Philip was born a year later in the base hospital. The trio traveled together until 1974 when Phil enlisted in the US Navy and Ed retired from the Air Force. During the early 1970’s she was licensed in cosmetology at the operator, manager, and owner levels in three different States. However, teaching motivated her most and she worked with Walter Starr for several years at his academies in Washington DC, Maryland and Virginia. During the 1980s and 1990s Julie was a leader in the Women’s Cursillo Movement in Kansas City, Kansas and Jackson, Mississippi.

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The Red Cross notification arrived 0315 Bagdad time on Thursday the 18th, my company commander was waking me up by 0330. While I called home and tried to figure out what to do next, S1 was working on the emergency leave packet and the Company was adding a leg to the morning mission to get me to Tallil. By 0930 we were airborne with paperwork in hand. At the Tallil pax terminal, our sister company First Sergeant and one of our admin guys met me with some updated paperwork to make sure I would be able to catch the next Air Force C-130 to Kuwait. An hour later, I did. In Kuwait my travel arrangements were made and I was bussed to Kuwait International Airport for a KLM flight to Amsterdam, connecting to a Delta flight to Detroit and finally on to Binghamton, New York where I arrived at 1530 Friday. Crossing 8 timezones made Friday a 32 hour day. I don't recommend it.

I didn't expect Mom to still be with us when I got there, as the prognosis was hours, maybe a day. She was still with us, and while she spent most of her time semi conscious, she did recognize me. She stayed with us till around 7:30 pm the 24th. We didn't get to talk, but I did sit with her, along with my dad and wife.

She was diagnosed with kidney cancer eight years ago. After having a kidney removed and receiving radiation and chemotherapy she recovered, and moved with my dad to her hometown of Endicott, NY. She stayed active with family and church and enjoyed being back home. Last year after suffering from chronic back pain she was diagnosed with cancer again, this time type 4 bone cancer. After a successful back surgery to remove the tumor attached to her spine she again receive radiation treatments but elected to forgo the chemo. Her final illness was mercifully short, and she fought it till the very end.

Rest well, Mom. You're in my heart.

Best,
Phil

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance: In Memoriam of former Zoomie Julie Ryan, frequent commenter and blogger Pogue's mom.  A good life, well lived, if her son is any indication.

16 Comments

A good life well-lived, indeed.

I'm glad everything fell into place for your trip back, Pogue -- living long enough for you to be with her before she crossed was her gift to you, but I believe it won't be her last gift...

Requiescas, Ma'am. Requiescas...
 
God Bless, Pogue. If you need anything at all, give a shout.

 
 
So sorry, Pogue.  She looks like a hoot.  Which just makes the gaping hole even larger ...
 
My condolenses.
May God rest her soul and comfort yours.


 
Phil - your mother was just five weeks younger than mine, who ascended to the same place two years ago.  God bless you and your family in this time of loss.  Be encouraged in the reality of her place in eternity.  Kyrie Eleison.  ML
 
And, clearly, the Fairy Godmother Department was able to do some work this week, to get you home in time to say goodbye.
 
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family, Pogue.  May she be already waiting for you in gossamer wings.
 
Phil,

I am so sorry to read of your loss.  But like others hear I am heartened that you made it back to say goodbye.
 
Thank you all.  It's a difficult time, but there have been so many blessings along the way. 
 
She'll be in added this week to my round of prayers for our troops injured and gone on ahead. 

 
Lord, We thank you, for people like this, their sons and both of them, for their courage.
 
What a cutie!  She looks like a sweetheart; the girl next door and your best friend in the whole world.  No wonder the hole in your heart is so big.  She is watching over you.  I am so sorry.
 
Condolances, Pogue...

While the fight was ferocious, the passing sounds peaceful...  I am glad that you could be there with her...

Rest easy, ma'am.
 
damn it, Pogue... I am so sorry.  I am very happy that you were able to make it home before her death though. 

Missing man formation en route.
 
My condolences, Pogue.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Glad you made it to be there with her...
((((hugs))))
 
While I do not know you well Pogue, I share in your sorrow.
May your memories of her be of those times where you were the sparkle in her eye and may her words of wisdom return to you when you find yourself facing a crossroad in life.
May she rest well knowing that her son has a wide ranging and multitude of friends who will help him carry this grief in their hearts.