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Billie Jean Wiebe

December 27, 1951December 23, 2020

Billie Jean Wiebe was born on December 27, 1951 in Hillsboro, Kansas and passed away on December 23, 2020 in Clovis, California and is under the care of Boice Funeral Home.

They are survived by RIchard John Wiebe (Husband), Stan Utting (Kathy) (Brother), Mary Booker (Sister).

Donations in Billie Jean Wiebe's memory can be made to Menonite Community Church.

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  • FAMILY

  • RIchard John Wiebe, Husband
  • Stan Utting (Kathy), Brother
  • Mary Booker, Sister
  • DONATIONS

  • Menonite Community Church

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Billie Jean Wiebe

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Kassabdra Gonzalez

July 22, 2021

It's been roughly 7 months since Mrs. Wiebe has passed, yet there has not been a moment when I haven't thought about her grace and advice to me. I couldn't afford college, I was lost, no money for books and I hadn't even paid for my classes. Mrs. Wiebe walked me to her office and handed me every copy I needed for the semester from her own personal library. I, of course, cried and she held me for a few minutes. She told me that I am on a bright path and no matter what, I will find my way. I wish I had gotten the chance to tell her that I got a full scholarship to another university. Her spirit was- is- beautiful. She always said God is a woman, and she's at mono lake. I would like to send my love and thoughts to her family. I know it's late, but she has been on my mind all day. Thank you, Mrs. Wiebe, for the hope and love you gave to me.

Carole Weeks

January 16, 2021

Billie and I shared the experience of completing the doctoral program at Claremont Graduate University. We also shared family history experiences. I have family who live in Clovis and family who resided in Kansas. So we had camaraderie at more than one level. She made me feel comfortable in academia and at times felt like family. Thank you Billie Jean

THAVIRACK OUKDEE

January 13, 2021

I am beyond the reach of words. Herein lies a wayward traveler grieving the loss of a lexicon giant, a true diva of language, a masterful tactician of the staredown craft, and a bowling icon:

Billie Jean, I celebrate your galactic tenacity, the resilience of your unbreakable tether to uplift the broken and the misunderstood; I marvel at the sagacity of your soul-nurturing mantras with all the ferocious wit to rival that of even the ancients. You've worked a miracle over this visage of personality.

Your love of language spoke to the messy parts of my life. Words that made me contemplate strange new wisdom. A thing of gravity rearranged into weightlessness: I floated with your advice and thrived. "Be you."

Now, I am heartbroken.

Billie Jean, you were the light that saved me from suicide. Just a livewire of jolting wreck trying to sort between lies and the good life, I was overwhelmed by your acceptance of me because I couldn't even see forgiveness for myself. But you banished the darkness and allowed me to glitter in joy and strike a pose. The fabulous you, saw the fabulous within me. Even mayhems will crack under love and dazzle.

Billie Jean, you are a phenomenal woman. Your legacy is in every life you've touched, in every student you've taught, in every poetry you've read. You've taught me that imagination is the closest we will forge to compassion and that empathy is truly the antidote to shame. Even in the aftermath of catastrophe, there will be light there too.

For all the things I've left unsaid, I am sorry. And for all the years I've missed, convinced it was because of work or mileage, distance and continents, I am crestfallen. But to the yesteryears and the soaring moments we've shared, I will always cherish the memories of your meditations on life and reflect solemnly with gratitude to have known a true wordsmith queen. A poetic diamond bespoken to all who knew her.

Between the lines of enjambment / An ocean of tears.

I love you, Billie Jean.

Andrea Powell

January 9, 2021

Billie Jean was a steady rock. When you were in her presence you knew you were truly heard. She taught me the meaning of truly stopping and hearing the words of others. She taught me to think more deeply, reach farther, try harder. She saw the potential in everyone and simply demanded they saw it for themselves as well. She accepted nothing less. For that, I will be forever grateful. Thank you for the time you took with me and so many others you mentored through the years. Your impact on this world was not small, and will not be forgotten!

Deanne Welsh

January 8, 2021

She was one of those exacting professors in college who would peer over her glasses at you, asking questions that stirred the very foundation of your being and identity. She not only saw potential but knew how to get students to reach beyond what they thought possible and grow.

At the time I still sat in the back of the class, caught in a habit of observation, afraid to speak, and a slave to people-pleasing (it's still a struggle sometimes).

"You can speak up more. People need to hear what you have to say."

I didn't believe it at the time but her words lingered and gave me hope...maybe the stirring in my soul to write and speak was not a pipe dream. Maybe it was a divine invitation?

Over the years she became a dear friend, trusted confidant, and mentor. We lost touch over two years ago. When I learned she was gone, regret soaked through me but through the tears, a glimmer of gratitude emerged and a punch of truth.

​We take nothing to the grave​: not our clothes, our accomplishments, our stuff, or even our books. The only things that linger after we pass are​ people's memories and experiences of us​.

I'm still feeling and reeling from the loss of Billie Jean, but I am thankful too. Thankful that I was able to know her, love her, and be loved by her.

She played a significant part in my character development, finding my voice, my four published books, and the books yet to come...her voice still resounds in my heart: Your voice matters. Your story matters. Speak up, my friend. There are people who need to hear what you have to say.

She will also be my beloved professor, mentor, and friend. May each of us live, write, and have as profound an impact on the people around us as she did.

My love and prayers are with all those grieving her loss, especially Richard who was also a wonderful professor and friend (I still have the book RED that you gave me Richard).

Susan Costa

January 8, 2021

We Heard this sad new over Christmas.. Joe has had many Coaches Mentors and Teachers guide his way thru his life. She was his Advisor and Professor helping with his entrance and journey to graduation at FPU. I will be forever grateful for the support and guidance she gave Joe. She played such an integral Role in his success and my heart and prayers go out to her family, colleagues, and friends May she Rest In Peace 🙏

Axel Atkinson

January 8, 2021

Billie Jean was a lovely woman. I have an image of her smiling at the English Majors' barbecue in Eleanor Nickel's back yard. I never had a class with her, but her caring presence and the light she brought to campus were touching to me, nonetheless.

Melissa Pool (Arnold)

January 7, 2021

I only had the pleasure of having Billie Jean once during my time at FPU - Text and Performance in 2004. I can still hear her voice coaching and encouraging me as I wrestled with how to better myself. Her office door always seemed open and I enjoyed walking down the hallway to see if she could chat. I am deeply saddened by her passing. Praying for comfort for her family and friends.

Ally Huettmann

January 7, 2021

I am so sad to hear that Dr. Wiebe has passed away. I had her for Oral Communication during the spring semester of last year. I loved her class. She was always so happy to be in the classroom. She never missed an opportunity to share about her life and her family. I will miss her and the mentorship that she offered. Prayers for your family.

Amber Secundino

January 7, 2021

I have such fond memories of Billie Jean from my time at FPU. Taking her oral communications course was nerve racking at first. When you would speak, she would stare at you the entire time, and there would be a long pause before she would provide feedback. Those pauses felt like eons. Everything she would say after that pause, I held onto, and have carried on to my work today. I am now a program manager for an anti-human trafficking agency, and it is always important to make sure what I say will make an impact on those who hear it. I owe my ability to publicly speak to her. She will be greatly missed, future student will be missing out on such a great opportunity to learn from her, and I am grateful for the time I had in her classroom and in our discussions in the coffee shop. I offer my deepest condolences to her family and close friends.

FROM THE FAMILY