Anne-Christine JohnsonMarch 2, 1986 ~ December 30, 2016 (age 30)
“She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad—she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes—the toad became beautiful.”
--Til We Have Faces, by C.S. Lewis
Wherever she moved, Anne-Christine carried always a copy of this, her favorite book. In it, C.S. Lewis advises one must speak with their own voices and express actual desires, being for good or ill itself, not any mask.
Anne-Christine found her own face.
She will never be defined by the terrible act that ended her life in December 2016, devastating friends and family. She was both the wondrous Psyche and troubled Orual, who found redemption and God’s love at the end of her own life.
Anne-Christine was brilliant, witty and beautiful, beloved by Molly, her younger sister, by everyone in her family, by her coterie of close friends and most of all by her two amazing boys, Julian and Roland.
“She wasn’t into fake, boring people. She surrounded herself with interesting people who didn’t color inside the lines. People who, like herself, didn’t fit into a cookie-cutter mold.”
These words, by a close friend who knew Anne-Christine only towards the end of her brief life, is the Anne-Christine each of us will carry close to our hearts unto the end of our own lives.
Obituaries are about stats and statistics but this is about the famous dash between the dates, memorializing her love of reading, journaling, writing poetry, of her penchant for red lipstick and high heels, her effortless chic, and her love of beaches and of the sea, and her eloquence and pithy insights over glass of red wine and cigarettes.
Anne-Christine was a mystical Pisces, a loving and compassionate woman who led life on her own terms and never had a bad word for anyone. Remember her for her utter dedication to her children, her truest legacy.
Anne-Christine was born into love on March 2, 1986 in Metairie, Louisiana, to Lee and Stephanie Johnson. She also lived in Houston, Calgary, Amarillo before settling near the waters of the Gulf of
She is survived by her parents, father Lee B. Johnson and wife Jacque of Burton, Texas; mother Stephanie Lieber Johnson and partner Joe Massucci of Houston and Canyon Lake; by son Julian Evet Deakle and his father Donnie Deakle of Houston; by son Roland Alexander Hardy of League City; by brother Brett Johnson and his wife Nigia of Manchester, United Kingdom; by brother James Johnson of Toyota City, Japan; by sister Molly Elliott and husband Kenyon of Palestine, Texas; grandfather Richard M. Lieber of Batchtown, Illinois; and by Julian’s grandparents Robbye and Dorrance Deakle of Liberty, Texas.
Godmother Lani Strachan of Illinois also survives.
There are too many nieces and nephews, aunts and uncles to list, but they too survive to honor and cherish her memory – especially Aunt Jeanie.
She was preceded in death by maternal grandmother Edith Jean Lieber, and by paternal grandparents Lewis C. and Marilynn Royce Johnson.
A Mass of the Resurrection will be celebrated at 10 a.m. Friday, Jan. 27, 2017 at St. Peter and Paul Catholic Church, 936 Front St., Bellville, Texas. Beloved family priest Fr. Tim Bucek will officiate. A Rite of Committal follows at 3 p.m. in Cooke Cemetery in Liberty Texas, where Julian’s beloved “Mamaw” also is buried. Condolences and memories may be shared online at www.sterlingfuneralhome.com
In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to Texas Eqqusearch and Bay Area Turning Point in Webster, Texas. Or, turn on David Bowie.
In her memory, the family just launched www.annechristinejohnson.com, which can be regularly updated to include comments and incredibly amazing photos. Comments and suggestions welcomed!