Linda Dee Johnson Hansen Owen

Linda Dee Johnson Hansen Owen passed away on November 27, 2018 at the age of 77. She was born in Logan, Utah on September 30, 1941 to Thais Palmer Hansen and Dee Alexander Johnson. She was officially adopted by Warren Greene Hansen at the age of 1.

Linda was a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and lived her faith each day. She met her handsome husband, Richard Alvin Owen, while waxing their cars at Liberty Park. He later asked her for a date to the drive thru. When he asked her where they should park, she said “in the back so we can make out,” so that is what they did, it was love at first kiss. They were then married on July 15, 1964 and have enjoyed 54 Christmas' together.

She graduated from South High in 1960 with childhood dreams of designing dresses and owning her own shop. They would have been beautiful, mom.

Linda is light. She is hope. She is joy. She is beauty. Among her many talents was her gift at making you feel like you were the most important person in her world at that moment. Her sense of humor has yet to be matched. The joy she found in the happiness of others is testament to her kind and gentle nature. This is a profound loss felt by so many. But we believe her mission is now to return home to our Heavenly Father, that she may continue to influence others on a much broader scale. So watch out! She is a force to be reckoned with!

Linda was a bit of an eccentric, and enjoyed bits and pieces of other cultures and religions. She felt a particular kinship with Native Americans. Her totem spirit animal was the coyote: the trickster. In her words: “A trickster I am not, however, I need smiles and happiness in my life. The Coyote always comes calling when things get too serious. The medicine is in the laughter.” This we know to be true. She had a way of saying just the right thing to fill the empty and aching places in our hearts. She was and is truly one of a kind.

There will be a viewing on Sunday, December 2 from 6pm - 8pm

There will be a funeral on Monday at 11 am, with viewing one hour before.

Both the viewings and the funeral with be held at Wasatch Lawn Memorial.

In lieu of flowers please donate, in Linda’s name, to a church or charity of your choice. Merry Christmas.

Dear Mom,

How did this happen...that we now must talk of you in the past tense? There have been so many moments in the past week where one of us has thought to call you for one reason or another. With horrible dread, and overwhelming sorrow seeping in as we realize calling you is no longer an option. You were beautiful, wise, considerate, sincere, loving, generous, and absolutely magical. You were our hope, our joy, and the bright light shining into our futures. You did so much for so many from that small, little corner of the kitchen, where your pens, day planner, Sudoku books, first day’s Jumble clipped to second day’s answers (just in case), your scriptures, and notebook after notebook full off notes on scriptures, all placed just so. These little things, these little idiosyncrasies are what will hurt the most and stay with us the longest. And after much grieving, these things will become the stories we share with family, to honor and find joy in your memory.

Oh, mom, It was never supposed to be you. Never. But as a wise man said, you were His before you were ours. Your purpose on this earth and in our lives was always going to be temporary. He has you back in His keeping. I can only imagine the glorious reunions taking place right now. I can only image His joy in having you back, and I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for Him to take you from us - knowing how much we counted on you for love, guidance, council, hugs, and laughs till we peed... It was your time to go, it was His time to take you, now it’s our time to grieve an enormous loss, and learn to live on this earth without you. How do we begin to fill the hole in our lives. Who can say? Bearing such grief is different for all of us. I know there will still be times when our first reaction to a simple problem will be to call mom. And in our faith we believe she will hear us, though we may not hear her voice from heaven. But maybe, if we listen close enough, if we quiet ourselves and our lives long enough, we will hear her faintly whisper…”hey, you got this!”

Native American Prayer for the Grieving

I give you this one thought to keep

I am with you still, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush -

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Don’t think of me as gone -

I am with you still, in each new dawn.

~Unknown