Judith Yvonne “Judy” Bolejack, age 78 years young, of rural Alvo, NE passed away peacefully at home surrounded by her husband of 43 years Nicholas Bolejack and her 3 children, Robin, Reed, and Renee’.
She was born to Wayne and Elsie (Rowland) Ackerman at Pawnee City, NE on March 27, 1940.
Judy loved reading books and watching her birds, but never more than she loved her family. They always came first in her heart. She never let you leave without a “love you more”.
Judy was preceded in death by her parents, Elsie and Wayne Ackerman; sisters, Candy and Janet; brother, Gary; grandson, Justin Haase. She is survived by her husband, Nick; children, Robin LaPage, Dennis “Reed” LaPage Jr., and Renee’ (Jeff) Hartman; Grandchildren, April, Adam (Jen), Chase, Josh (Linzie), Logan (Taylor), and Chelsie; Great Grandchildren, Izrael, Genevieve, Leighton, Brooklyn, Maddilyn, Kaydence, Landon, Riyker, Easton, Chevelle and Gabriel; Great Great Grandchildren, LeMiya and Khamari.
Private family graveside services will be held at the Brethren Cemetery near Alvo, NE. Condolences may be left at trumpmemorials.com. Trump Funeral Services, 1600 West “O” Street, Lincoln are handling the arrangements.
One of the greatest women to ever walk this Earth! Always putting everyone before herself, and taking care of her entire family until her final breath. Many thanks and as many I LOVE YOU’S as I can say from this day forward for the rest of my life wouldn’t cover the appreciation I will always have for this woman!!! Love you “MOM” I WILL MISS YOU VERY VERY MUCH ❤️XOXOXOXOXO
sorry for your loss. god bless.
My mother, my best friend. One of the most caring and compassionate people you could ever meet. I will be lost with out you, and not a day will go by that I dont think of you and miss your voice on the other end of the phone. Our special bond we have will never be broken.
I love you more!
I’m ready to move on, my mother said.
The pain, the pills, the Bill’s to dread.
But what if I’m not, screamed inside my head as I held her, silent, wondering.
Move on to what, I couldn’t face.
Giving up? Letting go? Saying goodby?
I’m still your little girl, I cried.
Then, through the tears, a still, small voice; you must respect her peace, her choice.
Still, on the days I just cant stand,
Who will be there to hold my hand?
I love you always
Thoughts and prayers to you and your family. She is up rejoicing with our families that have gone before us. She is holding you tight in the days to follow. Forever remembered, forever loved. Take care, because I care.
Thank you very much from all of us.
The whisper was heard from her dainty lips
Her hand was held in mine
She always asked about ‘the time’
As her fragile cheeks I kissed
I combed her hair
I cared for her
I held her close to me
Not knowing that time was running out
And her whisper would be leaving me
The bell she rung
Because her whispers were bare
Her dainty hands in mine
She always whispered to ask me again, ‘what is the time?’
It’s as if she had a plane to catch,
To meet with loved ones once more
So when her whispers left her lips
I held her hand no more
I placed a kiss upon her face and cried my steps away
For in my heart I will miss her
But she could no longer stay
The whispers stopped from her dainty lips
The new time had just begun
For she is free to live again
And sit beneath the tree
With a book in her lap and a child on her knee
The whisper had set her free