Judith Ann McMillan Boaz - July 4, 1933 - February 23, 2017
Judith Ann McMillan Boaz, age 83 |
She is preceded in death by two of her sons, Jerry Clyde
Boaz and Gary Alan Boaz. She is survived by her ex-husband, Chester Boaz, four
of her children – Barbara Ann Reid and son-in-law Rob Reid of Grand Junction, Colorado, Beverly K. Gibson and son-in-law Don Gibson of Mansfield, Texas, Dwain Calvin Boaz of Englewood, Colorado, and
James Derrell Boaz and daughter-in-law Stacey Boaz of Parker, Colorado, as well as thirteen grandchildren and twenty-three
great-grandchildren. A private memorial service, celebrating her life, will be
held at a future date, in Goodland, Kansas. Memorial donations may be made to
the Alzheimer’s Association or your local Hospice chapter.
Judith, also known as Judy (depending on the mood she was
in) was born at home in Jasper, Texas on a hot, stormy 4th of July night. She always said
she loved that the entire nation celebrated her birthday every year. Her father
paid the delivery doctor in produce and eggs. She grew up in a family that
eventually split apart, with her grandparents doing much of her raising. At age
15 she dropped out of school and married her sweetheart, Chester Boaz. By the
age of 24 she’d birthed her 6th child within 7 ½ years.
In her twenties she became determined to finish her
education. She studied and passed her G.E.D. on the first try. After doing so,
she went straight to the local community college and signed up for classes. She
eventually went on to earn an Associates degree, then a Bachelor of Arts in
Psychology. Walking across that stage, in cap and gown, may well have been the
proudest moment of her life. She also earned an LPN nursing license and worked
into her 70’s as a nurse. One of her last nursing jobs was at the health care
center in the Alzheimer’s unit, where she eventually went to live the rest of
her days.
She had a deep love of learning and the heart of a writer.
While living in Texas she decided to write an article on the Cuban Refugees coming into Texas, and was able to talk someone into publishing it in the local newspaper.
A romantic at heart, she also loved to write poetry.
In her 40's, she grew more beautiful with age. |
The things she loved most: life-long pursuit of education,
southern manners, good barbeque, ice cold striped watermelons, shrimp, all
flavors of ice cream, Mexican food that included a margarita and chips and
guacamole; dancing, music of all kinds but especially Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Born
in the U.S.A.’, long walks in the local park, gardening, flying on an airplane
anywhere, puppy dogs, games of scrabble that she usually won, road trips across
the country, the local library, long talks and deep thinking, the Rocky
Mountains; baggy, comfortable clothes, staying up all hours of the night, then
sleeping as late as she wanted to. Ever hopeful, she loved buying a weekly lottery
ticket at the local King Soopers. She loved shopping at the local Goodwill,
always on the hunt for a good bargain, and almost always bringing home an
armful of books to mail off to grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She also
loved a hot cup of black coffee, any time of day. She loved, loved New Year’s
Day and making a long list of resolutions, which she’d post over the kitchen
sink where she could see it every day.
She was the kind of mother, grandmother, great-grandmother
who let kids make tents over the clothesline with freshly washed sheets; cut
fish out of construction paper and let the grandkids ‘fish’ over her sofa;
spent the family tax return to buy a kid an old piano; give all six of
her kids a box of icicles to throw on the always-scrawny Christmas tree, and
let them stay when they landed in big globs. She was a champion for her kids,
and generally let them make messes out of whatever was on hand if it sparked an
interest in them. She liked having her front yard be the one where all the kids
gathered at night to play Red Rover or catch lightening bugs.
The things she didn’t love: math, rudeness, male chauvinism,
bullying, housecleaning, cooking, soldiers being sent off to fight wars, fixing
her hair or bothering with makeup, being confined to give gifts only on holidays,
having to live by the clock, and trying to understand anything technical.
Her one goal in life was to write a book, titled “On Thin
Ice”. While it wasn’t finished on paper; instead, she wrote her book on the
hearts of all who knew and loved her. Her last wishes for her children were for
them ‘to Love the Lord your God, and wear your bloodline well.”
We’ll do our best to make you proud, Mom.
Comments
I have "lurked" here for so many years. You've encouraged me and inspired me more than I could ever tell you and yet I've never taken the time to leave a comment. I'm so sorry for your loss. I've read along ever since (or so it seems) you first talked about your Mom's battle. Just this Monday my Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimers and my first thought (among many) was that what I've learned from you here will guide me well. Thank you for your transparency.
Because of Him,
Laura