Birth date: Jun 22, 1992 Death date: Sep 19, 2020
Her name is Julia, 28 years old and the youngest child of Robert and Dana Olivarez. On Saturday, September 19th, Julia left our world too soon and was greeted by her sister, Jenna, and brother, Jimmy, in theirs. For her parents, f Read Obituary
Sending our heartfelt sympathy to your family during this very difficult time. No words sent can ever remove the pain of loss that you feel but may they show that others deeply care. May God give the strength needed to cope with each new day .Julia touched the lives of others and is dearly missed.
Julia,
Of all the reviews I've written for you, this one is the most difficult. The words I'm mustering cannot describe how sad and shocked I am.
I met you on your first day at EY as a brand new staff ready to take on the world. For the next two years, I was truly blessed to have you as my staff on multiple projects, spending countless hours together dominating all the work that was in front of us.
As your senior, I supposedly coached you professionally and taught you some tricks here and there, but what no one realizes is how much I learned from you.
You are, by far, one of the most caring and accepting people I have ever met. You embraced everyone's differences and accepted them for who they were. In a world full of hate, I now realize how much I appreciated you for being the epitome of unconditional love and friendship.
Thank you for being who you are. My heart goes out to you and your family. I'll miss you so much, but I know we'll meet again one day. Rest in heaven.
Love,
Clayton
Julia,
The past few days have been an endless kaleidoscope of memories that have been overshadowed by pain, guilt and confusion. This death feels different than the others I’ve experienced - it feels surreal. I find myself replaying the last time we hung out right before the pandemic or rereading our multiple conversations we had around life, happiness and societal pressures over quarantine.
As the holder to one of my oldest friendships, you are intertwined in a lot of my childhood and teenage memories - birthday parties, countless sleepovers, family vacations, hour long phone calls, kissing boys, laughing endlessly, begging our parents to let us hangout after church - growing up together which ultimately led to us growing apart. Even though we did grow apart, that doesn’t change the fact that for a longtime we grew side by side, our roots entangled. We were one in the same - Nurtured in the same soil, given the same opportunities to flourish and I’m forever grateful for that.
One insignificant memory in particular keeps flooding my mind.
We were young. We went into the woods behind your house. It was a perfect summer day. We followed the crick to a small bridge on Lenola Road. We played there all day long when we stumbled upon this old sack that we decided must be filled with millions of dollars. We dragged it all the way back to your parents house and during our walk back we discussed what we would do with the money, what we would spend it on, who we’d give money to, etc. Once we arrived back to your parents house, we opened the sack. It was filled with just wet sand.
My brain keeps pulling me back to this one moment. It was before Jenna died. It was before Jimmy died. It was before life had a chance to morph us into the people we ultimately became. The innocence and imagination of two girls in the woods who found a sack of sand but swore it was millions is what has gotten me through this dark time. I keep searching for those two girls in my dreams. I keep looking for clues that they existed. That a time so beautiful and serendipitous once played out in a world of indescribable pain and hurt.
Over the past two years, we started to pick up the pieces of our friendship. We grew pretty close over the last few months. A lot of the pain I’ve been experiencing is coming from the thought of what could have been from this new stage in our friendship and the overwhelming sadness that the world will never truly get to see the wonderful, beautiful and smart woman you were truly becoming (and how proud of that I was).
I love you. You were a one of kind. You walked the beat of your own drum and that is what I will always love about you.
The pain of losing someone who is the keeper to some of your most fondest memories is not easy. It’s hard to share memories with a ghost, it’s even harder when you can’t understand why they’re gone. The only happiness this has brought is that I know you are finally reunited with Jenna and Jimmy. I can’t imagine what that must feel like. Give them a hug for me.
Until we meet again,
Sandi
