The Deseret News
September 16, 1997
page B11
If you are reading this, I must have closed my eyes for the last time.
I'm on to a new journey, hopefully one of joy and love, without physical pain, one with deep breaths of fresh air and boundless energy. I have ended a six year battle with emphysema, an awful disease that robs you of the precious energy and strength that you need to live life to its fullest. I was born 67 years ago to my parents, Elva and Reginald Turville, and I have lived in this valley all of my life. I can say that my life here has been a wonderful journey even though it hasn't always turned out as I had envisioned it would years ago. It has been filled with love and beauty but balanced with the lessons, mostly joyful ones and sometimes painful, that life brings each of us to grow and learn.
I shared the last 42 years of my life with my sweetheart, my husband and partner, John. I couldn't have asked for a more cherished lover, friend, and companion to experience this life with. Our life together has been full, not always a rosy picture of bliss, but very rich and full. We shared everything, we had great battles, and always worked it out in the end. Even when we were apart trying to figure out life's twists and turns, we were together in our hearts. Most importantly, I couldn't have asked for a more loving man to be the father of our children and I couldn't have asked for a better partner to help me make this final transition. All of you tough macho men take note: you will find how strong and powerful you really are when you are brave enough to be caring and compassionate. His gentle and consuming care for me the past years made my illness something easy to bear. We had such fun together...Sweetheart, go now and have some fun for yourself. No more lists. No more chores. You deserve to play. Those of you who love John and care for him, help him now to move on without me.
The most important thing that John and I did in our life was to bring our children into this world. Words cannot describe the joy in my heart when I think of them. I am a lucky woman to have two such delightful and beautiful men as my sons, Michael and David.
Our first born, Michael John, named after his father, lives in Denver with his wonderful wife, Marie and my three angels, Tori Marie, Jonathan Frank and Michael John. It is comforting to know that Michael found his soulmate in Marie. He is devoted to his wife as he should be. Michael and Marie have done such a wonderful job with the kids. I am so dearly proud of him for being the father that he is to my grandchildren. He is like his own father in many ways and has a strong streak of that Brunetti pride which is a good thing. He has no idea how proud he has made me. Michael, take time to smell the roses though! Take moments to remember how much you are loved and cared for by Marie and the kids. I leave knowing that my daughter-in-law, Marie, loves him very much and that they too have a long beautiful life ahead.
My three angels have been a joy to me. Tori, Jonathan and Michael, know that Mums loves you more than anything. I am so sorry I wasn't able to do more with you these past few years. My spirit and heart were dancing and playing with you but my tired little body just wouldn't cooperate. Never doubt how much I love each of you and always remember how much your parents love you as well. Honor and respect them always.
After Michael came my baby, David. Everyone calls him Dave, but to me he will always be David. I have no doubt that there is a kind and beautiful God because He shared this wonderful and loving man with me as my son. I am thankful for what he has taught me. He is a rare human being. Those of you who know him are aware of this. His joy, gentleness, compassion and spirit have seen me through the roughest spots and he has made the beautiful ones even more wonderful. I know that he will continue to touch many people in significant ways and he will continue to teach others as he has taught me. He would always tell me to live life to its fullest, take advantage of every opportunity you have, to tell those that you love, how much they mean to you, forgive when you think it is impossible, there's always money to buy flowers and never rent an apartment or buy a house unless you can visualize where the Christmas tree will go! He walks in Auntie Mame's foot steps and I am proud of him for that. But most especially, I am thankful for our beautiful friendship. It is more valuable than anything in the world to me. His presence has made my passing from this life to the next life a moment of joy and peace. I am eternally grateful that our paths crossed. I think that these days right now, will be especially hard for him. Those of you who care about him, please love him a lot right now.
My sweet Scot, remember the promises that you made me. My deepest thanks to my former physician and friend, Dr. Daniel Rawson. He made something so frightening bearable.
I am grateful for the care and assistance to me and my family provided by Community Nursing Service Hospice, especially my friend, Karen, who guided all of us, and Ken, who helped me laugh, and for all the lovely volunteers who helped ease the load of caring for me daily.
I've asked my husband and sons to celebrate my life with a traditional wake. I want my friends to gather and enjoy a good party. Since I found my niche with God without the help of any organized church, it would be hypocritical of me to leave this world asking for a church's blessing. A celebration of my life will take place after my wake in a place chosen by my family in keeping with my wishes.
Regarding flowers...please don't!! It is such a waste and we need to learn to show our love for our family and friends while they are alive, not after they are dead. Instead of sending flowers, come to my wake and celebration, and be with my husband and sons. If you want to do something more, then make a donation to Community Nursing Service Hospice or better yet, take the money you would have spent on flowers, take your mother, father or friend to lunch and tell them that you love them. Send a note to John or the boys and tell them that you did it. That would be a nice memory to me.
I'm on to a new journey now...Wish me God's speed...I'm dancing with the Angels!!
Mrs. Brunetti died peacefully at home on Sunday morning, September 14. She was with her husband, her sons and niece, Debbie Mitchell, when she died.
Mrs. Brunetti's wake will be held at the Brunetti family home in Salt Like City, this Friday, the 19th of September at 7 p.m.-midnight. (Mrs. Brunetti requested that you dress comfortably and wear your dancing shoes!!), 6734 South 2445 East, Salt Lake City, UT 84121.
The Funeral Celebration of Mrs. Brunetti's life will take place on Saturday, September 20th, at 12 noon, at the Memorial House located in Memory Grove, 485 No. Canyon Road.
Burial will follow at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in the Brunetti Family plot.
September 16, 1997
page B11
If you are reading this, I must have closed my eyes for the last time.
I'm on to a new journey, hopefully one of joy and love, without physical pain, one with deep breaths of fresh air and boundless energy. I have ended a six year battle with emphysema, an awful disease that robs you of the precious energy and strength that you need to live life to its fullest. I was born 67 years ago to my parents, Elva and Reginald Turville, and I have lived in this valley all of my life. I can say that my life here has been a wonderful journey even though it hasn't always turned out as I had envisioned it would years ago. It has been filled with love and beauty but balanced with the lessons, mostly joyful ones and sometimes painful, that life brings each of us to grow and learn.
I shared the last 42 years of my life with my sweetheart, my husband and partner, John. I couldn't have asked for a more cherished lover, friend, and companion to experience this life with. Our life together has been full, not always a rosy picture of bliss, but very rich and full. We shared everything, we had great battles, and always worked it out in the end. Even when we were apart trying to figure out life's twists and turns, we were together in our hearts. Most importantly, I couldn't have asked for a more loving man to be the father of our children and I couldn't have asked for a better partner to help me make this final transition. All of you tough macho men take note: you will find how strong and powerful you really are when you are brave enough to be caring and compassionate. His gentle and consuming care for me the past years made my illness something easy to bear. We had such fun together...Sweetheart, go now and have some fun for yourself. No more lists. No more chores. You deserve to play. Those of you who love John and care for him, help him now to move on without me.
The most important thing that John and I did in our life was to bring our children into this world. Words cannot describe the joy in my heart when I think of them. I am a lucky woman to have two such delightful and beautiful men as my sons, Michael and David.
Our first born, Michael John, named after his father, lives in Denver with his wonderful wife, Marie and my three angels, Tori Marie, Jonathan Frank and Michael John. It is comforting to know that Michael found his soulmate in Marie. He is devoted to his wife as he should be. Michael and Marie have done such a wonderful job with the kids. I am so dearly proud of him for being the father that he is to my grandchildren. He is like his own father in many ways and has a strong streak of that Brunetti pride which is a good thing. He has no idea how proud he has made me. Michael, take time to smell the roses though! Take moments to remember how much you are loved and cared for by Marie and the kids. I leave knowing that my daughter-in-law, Marie, loves him very much and that they too have a long beautiful life ahead.
My three angels have been a joy to me. Tori, Jonathan and Michael, know that Mums loves you more than anything. I am so sorry I wasn't able to do more with you these past few years. My spirit and heart were dancing and playing with you but my tired little body just wouldn't cooperate. Never doubt how much I love each of you and always remember how much your parents love you as well. Honor and respect them always.
After Michael came my baby, David. Everyone calls him Dave, but to me he will always be David. I have no doubt that there is a kind and beautiful God because He shared this wonderful and loving man with me as my son. I am thankful for what he has taught me. He is a rare human being. Those of you who know him are aware of this. His joy, gentleness, compassion and spirit have seen me through the roughest spots and he has made the beautiful ones even more wonderful. I know that he will continue to touch many people in significant ways and he will continue to teach others as he has taught me. He would always tell me to live life to its fullest, take advantage of every opportunity you have, to tell those that you love, how much they mean to you, forgive when you think it is impossible, there's always money to buy flowers and never rent an apartment or buy a house unless you can visualize where the Christmas tree will go! He walks in Auntie Mame's foot steps and I am proud of him for that. But most especially, I am thankful for our beautiful friendship. It is more valuable than anything in the world to me. His presence has made my passing from this life to the next life a moment of joy and peace. I am eternally grateful that our paths crossed. I think that these days right now, will be especially hard for him. Those of you who care about him, please love him a lot right now.
My sweet Scot, remember the promises that you made me. My deepest thanks to my former physician and friend, Dr. Daniel Rawson. He made something so frightening bearable.
I am grateful for the care and assistance to me and my family provided by Community Nursing Service Hospice, especially my friend, Karen, who guided all of us, and Ken, who helped me laugh, and for all the lovely volunteers who helped ease the load of caring for me daily.
I've asked my husband and sons to celebrate my life with a traditional wake. I want my friends to gather and enjoy a good party. Since I found my niche with God without the help of any organized church, it would be hypocritical of me to leave this world asking for a church's blessing. A celebration of my life will take place after my wake in a place chosen by my family in keeping with my wishes.
Regarding flowers...please don't!! It is such a waste and we need to learn to show our love for our family and friends while they are alive, not after they are dead. Instead of sending flowers, come to my wake and celebration, and be with my husband and sons. If you want to do something more, then make a donation to Community Nursing Service Hospice or better yet, take the money you would have spent on flowers, take your mother, father or friend to lunch and tell them that you love them. Send a note to John or the boys and tell them that you did it. That would be a nice memory to me.
I'm on to a new journey now...Wish me God's speed...I'm dancing with the Angels!!
Mrs. Brunetti died peacefully at home on Sunday morning, September 14. She was with her husband, her sons and niece, Debbie Mitchell, when she died.
Mrs. Brunetti's wake will be held at the Brunetti family home in Salt Like City, this Friday, the 19th of September at 7 p.m.-midnight. (Mrs. Brunetti requested that you dress comfortably and wear your dancing shoes!!), 6734 South 2445 East, Salt Lake City, UT 84121.
The Funeral Celebration of Mrs. Brunetti's life will take place on Saturday, September 20th, at 12 noon, at the Memorial House located in Memory Grove, 485 No. Canyon Road.
Burial will follow at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in the Brunetti Family plot.
The Deseret News
September 16, 1997
page B11
If you are reading this, I must have closed my eyes for the last time.
I'm on to a new journey, hopefully one of joy and love, without physical pain, one with deep breaths of fresh air and boundless energy. I have ended a six year battle with emphysema, an awful disease that robs you of the precious energy and strength that you need to live life to its fullest. I was born 67 years ago to my parents, Elva and Reginald Turville, and I have lived in this valley all of my life. I can say that my life here has been a wonderful journey even though it hasn't always turned out as I had envisioned it would years ago. It has been filled with love and beauty but balanced with the lessons, mostly joyful ones and sometimes painful, that life brings each of us to grow and learn.
I shared the last 42 years of my life with my sweetheart, my husband and partner, John. I couldn't have asked for a more cherished lover, friend, and companion to experience this life with. Our life together has been full, not always a rosy picture of bliss, but very rich and full. We shared everything, we had great battles, and always worked it out in the end. Even when we were apart trying to figure out life's twists and turns, we were together in our hearts. Most importantly, I couldn't have asked for a more loving man to be the father of our children and I couldn't have asked for a better partner to help me make this final transition. All of you tough macho men take note: you will find how strong and powerful you really are when you are brave enough to be caring and compassionate. His gentle and consuming care for me the past years made my illness something easy to bear. We had such fun together...Sweetheart, go now and have some fun for yourself. No more lists. No more chores. You deserve to play. Those of you who love John and care for him, help him now to move on without me.
The most important thing that John and I did in our life was to bring our children into this world. Words cannot describe the joy in my heart when I think of them. I am a lucky woman to have two such delightful and beautiful men as my sons, Michael and David.
Our first born, Michael John, named after his father, lives in Denver with his wonderful wife, Marie and my three angels, Tori Marie, Jonathan Frank and Michael John. It is comforting to know that Michael found his soulmate in Marie. He is devoted to his wife as he should be. Michael and Marie have done such a wonderful job with the kids. I am so dearly proud of him for being the father that he is to my grandchildren. He is like his own father in many ways and has a strong streak of that Brunetti pride which is a good thing. He has no idea how proud he has made me. Michael, take time to smell the roses though! Take moments to remember how much you are loved and cared for by Marie and the kids. I leave knowing that my daughter-in-law, Marie, loves him very much and that they too have a long beautiful life ahead.
My three angels have been a joy to me. Tori, Jonathan and Michael, know that Mums loves you more than anything. I am so sorry I wasn't able to do more with you these past few years. My spirit and heart were dancing and playing with you but my tired little body just wouldn't cooperate. Never doubt how much I love each of you and always remember how much your parents love you as well. Honor and respect them always.
After Michael came my baby, David. Everyone calls him Dave, but to me he will always be David. I have no doubt that there is a kind and beautiful God because He shared this wonderful and loving man with me as my son. I am thankful for what he has taught me. He is a rare human being. Those of you who know him are aware of this. His joy, gentleness, compassion and spirit have seen me through the roughest spots and he has made the beautiful ones even more wonderful. I know that he will continue to touch many people in significant ways and he will continue to teach others as he has taught me. He would always tell me to live life to its fullest, take advantage of every opportunity you have, to tell those that you love, how much they mean to you, forgive when you think it is impossible, there's always money to buy flowers and never rent an apartment or buy a house unless you can visualize where the Christmas tree will go! He walks in Auntie Mame's foot steps and I am proud of him for that. But most especially, I am thankful for our beautiful friendship. It is more valuable than anything in the world to me. His presence has made my passing from this life to the next life a moment of joy and peace. I am eternally grateful that our paths crossed. I think that these days right now, will be especially hard for him. Those of you who care about him, please love him a lot right now.
My sweet Scot, remember the promises that you made me. My deepest thanks to my former physician and friend, Dr. Daniel Rawson. He made something so frightening bearable.
I am grateful for the care and assistance to me and my family provided by Community Nursing Service Hospice, especially my friend, Karen, who guided all of us, and Ken, who helped me laugh, and for all the lovely volunteers who helped ease the load of caring for me daily.
I've asked my husband and sons to celebrate my life with a traditional wake. I want my friends to gather and enjoy a good party. Since I found my niche with God without the help of any organized church, it would be hypocritical of me to leave this world asking for a church's blessing. A celebration of my life will take place after my wake in a place chosen by my family in keeping with my wishes.
Regarding flowers...please don't!! It is such a waste and we need to learn to show our love for our family and friends while they are alive, not after they are dead. Instead of sending flowers, come to my wake and celebration, and be with my husband and sons. If you want to do something more, then make a donation to Community Nursing Service Hospice or better yet, take the money you would have spent on flowers, take your mother, father or friend to lunch and tell them that you love them. Send a note to John or the boys and tell them that you did it. That would be a nice memory to me.
I'm on to a new journey now...Wish me God's speed...I'm dancing with the Angels!!
Mrs. Brunetti died peacefully at home on Sunday morning, September 14. She was with her husband, her sons and niece, Debbie Mitchell, when she died.
Mrs. Brunetti's wake will be held at the Brunetti family home in Salt Like City, this Friday, the 19th of September at 7 p.m.-midnight. (Mrs. Brunetti requested that you dress comfortably and wear your dancing shoes!!), 6734 South 2445 East, Salt Lake City, UT 84121.
The Funeral Celebration of Mrs. Brunetti's life will take place on Saturday, September 20th, at 12 noon, at the Memorial House located in Memory Grove, 485 No. Canyon Road.
Burial will follow at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in the Brunetti Family plot.
September 16, 1997
page B11
If you are reading this, I must have closed my eyes for the last time.
I'm on to a new journey, hopefully one of joy and love, without physical pain, one with deep breaths of fresh air and boundless energy. I have ended a six year battle with emphysema, an awful disease that robs you of the precious energy and strength that you need to live life to its fullest. I was born 67 years ago to my parents, Elva and Reginald Turville, and I have lived in this valley all of my life. I can say that my life here has been a wonderful journey even though it hasn't always turned out as I had envisioned it would years ago. It has been filled with love and beauty but balanced with the lessons, mostly joyful ones and sometimes painful, that life brings each of us to grow and learn.
I shared the last 42 years of my life with my sweetheart, my husband and partner, John. I couldn't have asked for a more cherished lover, friend, and companion to experience this life with. Our life together has been full, not always a rosy picture of bliss, but very rich and full. We shared everything, we had great battles, and always worked it out in the end. Even when we were apart trying to figure out life's twists and turns, we were together in our hearts. Most importantly, I couldn't have asked for a more loving man to be the father of our children and I couldn't have asked for a better partner to help me make this final transition. All of you tough macho men take note: you will find how strong and powerful you really are when you are brave enough to be caring and compassionate. His gentle and consuming care for me the past years made my illness something easy to bear. We had such fun together...Sweetheart, go now and have some fun for yourself. No more lists. No more chores. You deserve to play. Those of you who love John and care for him, help him now to move on without me.
The most important thing that John and I did in our life was to bring our children into this world. Words cannot describe the joy in my heart when I think of them. I am a lucky woman to have two such delightful and beautiful men as my sons, Michael and David.
Our first born, Michael John, named after his father, lives in Denver with his wonderful wife, Marie and my three angels, Tori Marie, Jonathan Frank and Michael John. It is comforting to know that Michael found his soulmate in Marie. He is devoted to his wife as he should be. Michael and Marie have done such a wonderful job with the kids. I am so dearly proud of him for being the father that he is to my grandchildren. He is like his own father in many ways and has a strong streak of that Brunetti pride which is a good thing. He has no idea how proud he has made me. Michael, take time to smell the roses though! Take moments to remember how much you are loved and cared for by Marie and the kids. I leave knowing that my daughter-in-law, Marie, loves him very much and that they too have a long beautiful life ahead.
My three angels have been a joy to me. Tori, Jonathan and Michael, know that Mums loves you more than anything. I am so sorry I wasn't able to do more with you these past few years. My spirit and heart were dancing and playing with you but my tired little body just wouldn't cooperate. Never doubt how much I love each of you and always remember how much your parents love you as well. Honor and respect them always.
After Michael came my baby, David. Everyone calls him Dave, but to me he will always be David. I have no doubt that there is a kind and beautiful God because He shared this wonderful and loving man with me as my son. I am thankful for what he has taught me. He is a rare human being. Those of you who know him are aware of this. His joy, gentleness, compassion and spirit have seen me through the roughest spots and he has made the beautiful ones even more wonderful. I know that he will continue to touch many people in significant ways and he will continue to teach others as he has taught me. He would always tell me to live life to its fullest, take advantage of every opportunity you have, to tell those that you love, how much they mean to you, forgive when you think it is impossible, there's always money to buy flowers and never rent an apartment or buy a house unless you can visualize where the Christmas tree will go! He walks in Auntie Mame's foot steps and I am proud of him for that. But most especially, I am thankful for our beautiful friendship. It is more valuable than anything in the world to me. His presence has made my passing from this life to the next life a moment of joy and peace. I am eternally grateful that our paths crossed. I think that these days right now, will be especially hard for him. Those of you who care about him, please love him a lot right now.
My sweet Scot, remember the promises that you made me. My deepest thanks to my former physician and friend, Dr. Daniel Rawson. He made something so frightening bearable.
I am grateful for the care and assistance to me and my family provided by Community Nursing Service Hospice, especially my friend, Karen, who guided all of us, and Ken, who helped me laugh, and for all the lovely volunteers who helped ease the load of caring for me daily.
I've asked my husband and sons to celebrate my life with a traditional wake. I want my friends to gather and enjoy a good party. Since I found my niche with God without the help of any organized church, it would be hypocritical of me to leave this world asking for a church's blessing. A celebration of my life will take place after my wake in a place chosen by my family in keeping with my wishes.
Regarding flowers...please don't!! It is such a waste and we need to learn to show our love for our family and friends while they are alive, not after they are dead. Instead of sending flowers, come to my wake and celebration, and be with my husband and sons. If you want to do something more, then make a donation to Community Nursing Service Hospice or better yet, take the money you would have spent on flowers, take your mother, father or friend to lunch and tell them that you love them. Send a note to John or the boys and tell them that you did it. That would be a nice memory to me.
I'm on to a new journey now...Wish me God's speed...I'm dancing with the Angels!!
Mrs. Brunetti died peacefully at home on Sunday morning, September 14. She was with her husband, her sons and niece, Debbie Mitchell, when she died.
Mrs. Brunetti's wake will be held at the Brunetti family home in Salt Like City, this Friday, the 19th of September at 7 p.m.-midnight. (Mrs. Brunetti requested that you dress comfortably and wear your dancing shoes!!), 6734 South 2445 East, Salt Lake City, UT 84121.
The Funeral Celebration of Mrs. Brunetti's life will take place on Saturday, September 20th, at 12 noon, at the Memorial House located in Memory Grove, 485 No. Canyon Road.
Burial will follow at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in the Brunetti Family plot.
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