John Bullock

 John David Bullock

March 16, 1973 — November 29, 2025

Havelock

John David Bullock, 52, of Havelock, North Carolina, passed away peacefully to his heavenly home after a brave and courageous battle with cancer on November 29, 2025, surrounded by his loving family and friends.
He was born on March 16, 1973, in Honolulu, Hawaii, the son of David and Lynn Bullock. John graduated as Valedictorian from Havelock High School in 1991 and then earned a bachelor’s degree in aerospace engineering from North Carolina State University in 1996.
John started his career as a civil servant supporting the US Air Force at Edwards Air Force Base in California in 1997 and worked on the C-17 airframe as a flight test engineer and flying qualities representative. He then returned to Havelock/Cherry Point MCAS in 2000 and continued his civil service career for the US Navy on the SH-60B, SH-60F, HH-60H, MH-60R and MH-60S helicopters as vibration and IMDS Lead Engineer. John’s diligence and dedication to his duties resulted in saving many lives and aircraft. His career was not just a job, but a passion to serve the fleet.
John’s defining qualities include his love of family as well as animals, especially his cat Hoosier. He enjoyed building Star Wars LEGO models, reading, and listening to all genres of music. He also devoted his spare time to researching family genealogy reaching all the way back to ancestors in England in the 1600s that owned a lighthouse. John loved to hear his mom play the piano and was even known to help arrange piano pieces for her to play at church. He was known to enjoy playing games with family including Skip-Bo and would give a loud “Ba-gock!” when playing Chicken Foot. His sense of humor was well known amongst his family and colleagues and he often played practical jokes including posting a “No Parking” sign at work with the fine being a dozen donuts.
John is survived by his parents, Patricia Lynn and David Bullock; his sister, Jennifer Hite; his nephews, Jacob, William, and Alex Hite; and his beloved extended family. 
He was preceded in death by his grandparents, John and Jo Anne Suhr, and Austin and Joel Bullock.
Per John’s request, no service is planned. There will be a future musical celebration in honor of John that will share some of his favorite music and his mother playing piano.
John was truly a legend and will be deeply missed and forever remembered. In honor of him, we ask that you make a contribution to Colorectal Cancer Alliance (www.colorectalcancer.org) or the ASPCA (www.ASPCA.org). We also want to share John’s wish with you that everyone have wellness checks and get a colonoscopy as soon as your doctor recommends.

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POLLY WRAY

 Polly was 2 years old (1922) when she moved to the Children's Home.  She would live at the Children's Home for the remainder of her life "....but along the way she would experience what it was to be cared for, to be a part of a family, and most importantly what it was to be loved.”

The late Rev. Robert Bradshaw, as a young man was Assistant Superintendent and also Coach at the Children’s Home. He knew Polly and tells the story of Christmas 1929. “ A housemother took Polly Wray and the other nine-year old girls to town to do their Christmas shopping. Polly Wray had 20 cents to spend.

With one nickel she bought a present for her housemother; with another she bought a present for a distant aunt living in another town; with the third she bought a present for the girl whose name she had drawn in school. She had only one nickel left. Her housemother told her to buy something for herself. ’No’ said Polly. 'I want to buy Mr. Bradshaw a gift.’ And, with her last nickel, she bought a little wooden horse for Mr. Bradshaw.” This gift remained on his desk throughout his life.

That was Christmas 1929!

On August 22, 1930, Polly Wray died from blood poisoning. It is reported that move then 300 children marched through the pasture toward the Wachovia Arbor Moravian Cemetery, but because Polly Wray was not of the Moravian faith, she could not be buried in their cemetery. She is buried in a grave adjacent to the cemetery and located in the pasture. Also buried next to Polly Wray is an adult who had been a long-time employee of the Children’s Home.

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JUDITH

WA - Judith (Kema) Larsen (nee Rankin) crossed the threshold to the Great Beyond on August 11, 2025. Born in Butte, MT on December 5th, 1939, she was a Montana girl who loved her horse, Dagger. She moved with her family to Bainbridge Island, WA and at age 17 published her first poem. A year later she was accepted to the University of Washington where she studied poetry under Theodore Roethke and other major poets, and was quickly embraced by its creative community. Kema met her husband Paul in Yellowstone Park during the 1959 earthquake. Together, they had daughters Astrid in Anchorage and Heidi in Montreal. After a master's degree in Elizabethan literature at Columbia, she procured a law degree from Georgetown University. She practiced as a public defender in the juvenile courts in Washington DC and worked for the Environmental Protection Agency. She also contracted with the American Bar Association, advising on laws, educating judges, and writing the book, Foster Care Law: A Primer. Kema was the self-imposed anonymous editor of over 100 of her husband's journal articles on Air and Space Law and was the source of their engaging titles. After retiring, she moved back to Bainbridge Island to study philosophy, quantum physics, and esotericism. Kema was brilliant, enigmatic, and will be missed, especially by her Thursday group, Quaker friends and her beloved Bookies.                                  ___________________

A month before she passed away, Kema, Jason and I took the ferry to Seattle and visited her favorite bookstore and gelato shop. Our arms heavy with books and our bellies full of chocolate gelato, we took the ferry home, singing aloud all the songs we knew.  Some people on the ferry looked at us, because we were making so much noise. But I think they were happy for us, and wanted to sing along. What is your memory?

With love,

Heidi

WAR AND PEACE

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

449

because he understood something else that the living did not and could not understand, and that entirely absorbed him.

452

In those hours of solitary suffering and half delirium that he spent afterwards, the more he passed in thought into the new element of eternal love, revealed to him, the further he travelled from earthly life. To love everything, every one, to sacrifise self always for love, meant to love no one, meant not to live this earthly life, the more completely he annihilated that fearful barrier between life and death.

453

when love for one woman stole unseen into his heart, and bound him again to life.

... It was the last mortal struggle between life and death, in which death gained the victory. It was the sudden consciousness that life, in the shape of his love for Natasha, was still precious to him, and the last and vanquished onslaught of terror before the unknown. 

454

"Natasha I love you too much! More than everything in the world!

455

Love hinders death. Love is life. All , all that I understand, I understand only because I love. All is, all exists only because I love. All is bound up in love alone. Love is God, and dying means from a particle of love, to go back to the universal and eternal source of love

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... He dreamed...by degrees all these people began to disappear, and the one thing that was left was the question of closing the door...Everything depended on whether he were on time to shut it or not...And    an agonizing terror came upon him; Behind the door stood it...His last supernatural efforts were in vain...It comes in, and it is death. He died.

But at that instant he recollected that he was asleep; he made an effort and waked up. "Yes, death is an awakening," flashed with sudden light into his soul, and the veil that had till then hidden the unknown was lifted before his spiritual vision. He felt, as it were, set free from some force that held him in bondage, and was aware of that strange lightness of being that had not left him since.

that day there began for Andrey an awakening from life...he was no more...the body, deserted by the spirit, passed through its last struggles

Midsummer Night's Dream

Blakes Fairies

Bottom's dream 

"Methought I was—there

is no man can tell what. Methought I was,—and
methought I had,—but man is but a patched fool, if
he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye
of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue
to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream
was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of
this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream,
because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the
latter end of a play, before the duke:
peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall
sing it at her death."

First Corinthians 2

[9] But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
[10] But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.
[11] For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God.
[12] Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God.
[13] Which things also we speak, not in the words which man's wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual.
[14] But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.
[15] But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man.
[16] For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ.

Frye, Page 50

" but he has been closer to this wonderful and mysterious play than any other of its characters, and it no longer matters that Puck thinks him a fool or that Titania loathes his asinine face."

A Midsummer Night's Dream 
Puck (Act 5 Scene 2)
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends."

TITANIA AND OBERON
Song of Los, Plate 5 , British Museum

Tate
Illustrations to Shakepeare
Oberon, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing