Jude E. Lee, known on DG as Hey_Jude, passed away on April 4, 2008. Jude lived in Scottsdale, AZ, formerly of Highland Park and Glencoe. She was born on December 31, 1945 Jude became a DG member on October 2, 2006 and frequented the Southwest Gardening, Morning Glories, and Ornamental Gourds forums.
She worked most recently in the home healthcare field and previously in the industrial supply business. Her passions were knit and crochet work. She also enjoyed designing and making fashion accessories for herself and others.
She is survived by her sons, Jamie, Joey and Jono; one granddaughter; her brother, David (Susan); her sister, Deb (Keith) Metler; and many nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by her parents, Herbert and Naomi Lee; and her brother, Jonathan Lee.
Contributions may be made to the Gilda Radner Familial Ovarian Cancer Registry or the American Cancer Society.
She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in March 07, and she only lived a year following the diagnosis.
She sent our DGer, Sharran, all the seeds she had received from swaps and last summer Sharran planted them in her garden for her. Sharran sent her photos all summer long. She loved Cottage Gardens, and tried so hard to have that same look in Arizona.
Her three sons obviously didn't know about her passion for gardening.
Sharran also has many ponchos, shawls, belts, purses and hats that she crocheted for her, she was excellent with yarn.
Her granddaughter Tricia is 6, and she doted on her.
I didn't know Jude, but I know that she will be sadly missed here on DG and at home. Prayers to her family and friends for the loss of a dear sweet person.
Kathy, thank you for posting this. I know most of us on the SW Forum didn't know Jude and didn't know she was so ill. I'm sorry for that; we are a great support group for each other in times of trouble and illness.
Sharran, you are the epitome of a friend. I'm glad you were there for her.
She was the most wonderful friend. In February we picked out favorite roses, and I bought most of them. I planted them in late March and they are blooming now. When I see a new bloom, it brings a smile.
And I still am sowing seeds from those that we planted last year, I say "we" but of course it was all long distance.
My life is much richer for having known her, and I appreciate/enjoy sharing our friendship with you.
One time she found a baby crib, took it apart and painted it white. She used it like a fence for a flower garden, and she wanted me to send her some KY bluegrass seed to go with the "fence"...so it would look like the Ky horse farms.
Last year Jude sent her first seeds to me, among them was this hollyhock. I got them in the ground too late to bloom then, but now, here is the first set of blooms a year later.
For you, my friend, with love...
We spent so many birthdays together, and here it is mine, the first without you. I'll miss our calls and all the cards and the See's Chocolate and the laughs. Seems our birthdays were never ending. So today I will dress up in the poncho from last year, and the burgandy felted wool purse from the year before and the burgandy scarf from the year before and I will remember you and all the joys and laughs we shared. I will wear all the bracelets, and the jeans we passed back and forth, and the boots that didn't fit you. And I will celebrate.
I miss you, Jude.
Oh, Sharon, I was in tears reading your lovely tribute to Jude. Sounds like she was truly one of a kind, and so much more than just a friend. Funny, I have no fear of dying. . .just of being left behind to grieve. You've had your share of grief, I think. And your ability to be gracious and kind and funny through your tears is. . .I'm just at a loss for words.
Thank you for sharing her with me this way. I'm honored, and very moved.
It has been more than a year now, and every day something reminds me.
Those hollyhock seeds that came to me from Jude just two years ago, did not bloom the first year, and last year there was only one white bloom. I thought they would only always be white, because Jude loved white plants, and I was the one who loved bright colors.
But this year they are blooming, again and much taller than I am. There is white, yes, it bloomed first, but then three other stalks began to bloom, and those colors range from the softest pinks to the deepest rose. They are so pretty.
There is something here always to remind me.
Thanks, Kathy. Ya know, grief is the strangest thing. We can be going along, everything fine, then suddenly and unexpectedly something just brings it all back and knocks us for a loop again. I guess it is being in her hometown on her birthday that did it. Sometimes I hate being the one left behind. I've had too many losses too recently. Tomorrow will be a better day, it usually is.
Happy New Year, Kathy. Thank you.
(and please pardon this iphone and it's teeny tiny keyboard)