Julie Felix

Loving wife, mother, godmother, grandmother...and wildchild made good.

Out of a broken home she flew the coup at 15 years old on the heartstrings of the next 70's rockstar. Somehow he ended up selling car stereos, and she was back in SLC driving a rotted Celica with holes in the floorboards, no heat - and no new stereo.

The little boy next to her belting out Journey songs would put her wild to the test. She would joke that her son was karmic justice, but no matter how many principal's offices, cells or bad decisions, she never gave up. It was her gift. She never gave up on family. Adopted or born, she was always there when the chips were down. Sick or broken, she healed.

For so many throughout Salt Lake City, Julie was the face of the Zephyr Club. For over a decade she was the first loving face many thousands would see before their favorite band, and the last as they left. In or out, she was always quick with a smile, a hug, or in her irish fashion a searing reprimand for the errant reveler. Her doorstaff, as well as many local bands were so devoted as to consider her a mom.

Her (in)famous Easter parties for orphaned Zephyr employees became a staple for all brave enough to attend. Post Zephyr this would evolve into a running Facebook food fight with neighbors, delivering meals to any in need, and receiving their love returned a meal at a time.

Through a long battle with psoriatic arthritis and many joint replacements she still cooked meals and entertained for any occasion despite the scoldings of her devoted husband.

Always manning the smoker and grill with cheer, he would unfailingly acquiesce to her need to be surrounded by loved ones, crazy dogs, screaming babies, and endless pool maintenance. Her love wasn't an option. It was a demand. One happily accepted by Ken, and a tremendous gift to her.

Laughter or tears, Julie was an open soul that never closed. To family, friends, and strangers alike, she was a generous shoulder, confidant...and often lender.

The Ceasar Salad will never taste the same without you. The secret ingredient was always your laughter.

As the days pass we all miss you more. Your spirit lives on through all of us.