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Salt Lake City, UT

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Salt Lake County, UT

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returned home on…due to complications from Cardiomyopathy. We take comfort that she was welcomed by loved ones who preceded her. She exemplified the qualities of strength, poise and understanding. She had a natural gracefulness and brought beauty to everything she did. Christy grew up in Salt Lake City, Utah. She was an only daughter and loved being teased by her brothers. Family was very important to her. She followed in the footsteps of her father and brothers by attending Olympus High School. She graduated from the University of Utah and was chosen for an internship with KSL Television. She went on to work with several companies and formed lasting friendships. Christy had a cute sense of humor, loved to tease and perform good-natured pranks on friends and co-workers. She started a home business for herself, editing creative content, which she enjoyed and found fulfilling. She loved interacting with her clients and assisting them with reaching their goals. Those who had the opportunity to be close to Christy, recognized her as a genuinely kind person with a warm and charming disposition. She could walk into a room and light it up. She seemed to have a way of knowing who needed her. Voted most shy in school, she rose to have a ready smile for those who came across her path. Christy was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, in which she served in various callings. She also completed a mission to Barcelona , Spain. Along the way, she met people whom she would come to love and cherish. She had a loving nature and enjoyed cultivating meaningful relationships throughout her life. She had the opportunity to travel, visited several countries and loved her experiences. She was a talented pianist and studied music from a young age into adulthood. She enjoyed performing in the area. She was blessed with creativity and authored a book of short stories, for loved ones. She was a wonderful cook. She always knew just what to add to a dish, to made it better. She enjoyed cooking with loved ones, for holidays. Christy also loved snorkeling. She had the opportunity to snorkel in Hawaii, the Virgin Islands, Bora Bora, Mexico and Bermuda. Early on, she studied ballet and figure skating. Christy will be greatly missed. She was preceded in death by her Father, Stewart E Pearson, and her grandparents. She overcame a trauma-filled childhood with parents in a troubled marriage, the death of an adoring father, an aloof, cold, physically abusive, deranged, uninvolved mother who valued working over staying at home with her children and informed her that she would be disappointed if she didn’t follow in HER footsteps, a mother who basically killed off her father when he lost hope in his wife spending his retired years with him, two brothers who never stood up for her and had no interest in being part of her life, basically strangers living in the same household who enabled her alcohol abuse to kill her so they could inherit her money. At the time of this printing, they have most likely already descended on her bank accounts like vultures, showing up with their pockets wide-open. She lived to overcome an adulthood of lies and betrayal from the above mentioned people. Her so-called mother wanted to use this obituary to highlight how much Christy traveled with HER, when Christy had to pull teeth to get her to travel in the first place…only to later abandon Christy to travel with her friends, instead. From a young age, her Mother told her to never tell people how she was really doing, because they didn’t want to hear it. Rather, to always tell people that she was, “always doing great.” What a way to teach your kids about sincerity. Her mother rarely allowed friends and dates inside the home and Christy took the brunt of their questioning about that. More recently, her Mother told Christy that when she actually found a date, let her know. She’ll put in furniture and carpeting, then. Her Mother didn’t believe in bragging about her kids. She preferred bragging about the fact that she’d met Lily Tomlin at an airport, once and got a lot of mileage out of that. All the while, her mother’s friends wonder why she doesn’t brag about her children, as any adoring mother would. She put her friend’s trips ahead of those with her daughter, traveling with them several weeks in a year. Christy was lucky to travel with her for 3-4 days in 1-2 years. Her mother made it perfectly clear that Christy’s plans would play second fiddle to anything that interfered with any future trips with her friends, even before those trips were planned and a date had been set. She would spend a week away with friends while resenting 3-4 days with Christy. Her Mother would get a tear in her eye and say to her, “I need this. It will be my last year.” That was 10 years ago. Her mother never got a tear in her eye when a trip with Christy was cancelled. Apparently, her Mother didn’t NEED that. Her Mother would verbally and physically abuse Christy in front of her brother, who did nothing. She really set an example of good motherhood when she told Christy’s brother that her greatest desire was to see her lying face down, on a jail cell floor. Christy endured being called multiple names by her brother and mother such as, fat bitch , dumb assed shit and lazy assed bitch. Her Mother used to enjoy bitch slapping Christy. Once, while eating at a fine dining establishment, her caraaaazy Mother insisted they all walk out of the restaurant when the Mai tre ‘D asked her brother to remove his baseball hat. Her Mother sat at the kitchen table, listening to her daughter’s diagnosed mentally ill boyfriend try and tell her that it was Christy and made her cry. When Christy later asked her mother why she didn’t defend her, she said, ‘I knew he was full of bullshit, I was just too tired.’” There’s some motherly motivation there! Christy looked forward to mothering her own children, or depending on the circumstances, someone else’s. She wanted to shower warmth on them , show pride in them and their accomplishments, protect them, teach them manners, nourish their natural gifts and abilities while guiding them into being the best human beings that they can be. She looked forward to this being very fulfilling for her. She wanted them to always feel loved and accepted in their home, no matter what decisions they made in life. She wanted a beautiful and clean house where her kids would always feel good bringing friends or a date home. She wanted to gently guide them towards a life of purpose and goodness. She wanted to provide a stable home environment, with their parents exhibiting love, affection and respect towards one another, giving them a solid foundation for life. She wanted to guide them far enough where they would become responsible adults, able to thrive on their own. She wanted them to be the center of her life. Christy’s Mother used to make fun of her voice by mimicking it in a condescending manner. Christy found a trip to Asia, to take with her Mother, for her Birthday. Her mother switched her ticket over to her brother’s name and told her that it was ok because her other brother would provide her with plenty of alcohol while they were gone on HER Birthday trip. This was after Christy set alcohol aside, and let her mother know she was in good condition for the trip. Seriously?? What Mother has to take her son badly enough that she was ok with filling her daughter full of alcohol? (Wouldn’t it have been better to entice her to not drink, using HER trip for motivation?). She didn’t refer to Steven as her brother. Rather, she said, “I think my son deserves a trip, too.” When they returned home after the 2-week vacation complaining that it was lousy and explained that they had taken NO photos to show her, she stated, “oh, you know I never take pictures.”” This trip happened to have stops in Phuket and Malaysia, where the beaches are considered to be some of the most beautiful in the world. No photos. Really?? That’s just, well, weird. Christy still believed her because she was the one who always had to take the photos and document vacations, while her mother gave her attitude. Christy was clearly mothering a 13 yr old in the form of her mother’s body. Christy later discovered, while fixing her mother’s phone, that her brother had posted some vacation pics on his FB page, which he blocked Christy on, and defiantly exclaimed that he “doesn’t do things like that.” After all, who doesn’t take ANY photos of a family trip to Asia? That’s normal, right?!?!?According to them, the photo on her brother’s FB page, titled, “A great day in Singapore today”, was a figment of her imagination. Her Mother once asked her if she would be given a second chance with her unborn children as if to say, “I’ve already f….ed up you and your brothers so badly, that there’s no point in trying to repair it. Instead I’ll just leave you in an emotional cesspool while focusing on the others. Christy loved the thought of having five more siblings she didn’t know. Perhaps, they got a glimpse of their future mother and made a last minute judgment call to ask for another family arrangement. Christy should have been, at least, nominated for an award, considering the poise and bravery she exhibited while traipsing through the battlegrounds of her home life and dealing with these T. F. B.’s, (total f—-ing basterds.) and the intense amount of bullsh… that they threw at her until she was buried in it so deep, that she had to claw her way out of it alone, so that she wasn’t suffocated by it…all while they denied it. (Sometimes a “run-on” sentence is simply appropriate.). And afterwards, they continued to shovel more of their own bull…on top of her. Christy once found a letter written to her from her deceased father, upon her graduation from the ninth grade. She was excited to share it with her mother, who tossed it aside and sharply said that her brothers never received anything like that, from her Dad. Christy retrieved it, fearing that her Mother would tear it up. Christy possessed the qualities of forgiveness and unconditional love.(She had to, because she finally realized that her Mother was simply projecting her own lack of self-regard onto her.). Christy has had several men tell her that they’re afraid of marrying her because of her mother’s housekeeping skills, fearing that she will be like her. Christy tried to amicably discuss this with her mother, even offering to pay for home improvements. She wouldn’t even allow Christy’s boyfriends in to use the bathroom, leaving Christy with the task of trying to explain that. Instead, he went and relieved himself behind a bush on the side of the home use. Her mother simply refused to discuss it, accused Christy of badgering her and locked herself in her bedroom. Christy’s father had made arrangements so that her mother and family would be financially provided for in the event something happened to him. Her mother, with absolutely no acumen for handling money, apparently lost it all and claimed he really hadn’t set up much, for her. She would spend thousands, yes thousands on every quilt show that she could find. Her mother refused to acknowledge it and accused her of badgering her. Her Mother bragged about the loving home that SHE grew up in with her parents. (She never referred to them as grandma and grandpa or Christy’s grandparents). Her mother would be talking about, “Dad” and Christy would think she’s talking about her Dad…nope. Actually, her parents were merely indulging her sh!@&$ behavior, raising her to be a bigger &@$!. She often talked about how she grew up jealous of my Uncle, because people actually liked him. So, she was mean to him, her own brother, growing up. He never married…possibly afraid of women, following the example his sister set. She also told a story of locking a childhood friend in a trash can…almost killing her. She came pretty close to checking off murder on to her “to-do” list in life. Christy often felt that her mother’s treatment of her, left her feeling like she’d been left for dead in a ditch, bleeding from the inside out and having to spend three weeks in critical care…then, having to find her own way home from the hospital, only for her mother to deny it ever happened. Her mother had a preference for dim lightening and didn’t like blinds open. Perhaps this will serve her well in the event that she is assigned to “outer darkness”, in the next life. Blessed with a keen intellect, Christy was always curious and loved to learn. She competed in spelling competitions on a state-level. Most importantly, she enjoyed them. We acknowledge and thank those who have brought joy to her life and thank the medical professionals who cared for her. Christy was a very private person and requested a graveside service only, for close friends, immediate and extended family. This is because her mother has made a mess of funerals in the past and Christy didn’t want to suffer the same fate. The service preceeded internment at Wasatch Lawn in Millcreek, Utah, on…We look forward to the time that we meet with her, again. Till We Meet Again / I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go

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