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Donald Lynn Bullock "Gone Hunting" On November 25, 2009, after a courageous battle with cancer Donald Lynn Bullock passed away peacefully at his home surrounded by loved ones. Born August 13, 1951 to O. Lynn Bullock and Donna LeIsle Rassmussen Bullock, in SLC, UT. He married Karen Jones, later divorced. Together they had three children. He graduated from Hillcrest High School in 1969, served in the US Navy from 1970-1976, and worked for Evco House of Hose for the last 14 years. He was an avid hunter with a great love for the archery deer hunt. He loved the outdoors, especially the family property known as the "lot" and the Bookcliffs. He was an avid sports fan, following most major sports. He was a true 49ers, Braves, Jazz, and Ute fan. He was the best Dad and Grandpa! He survived by his Mother Dona Bullock, children, Pam (Branden) Woolley, Wendy (Collin) Smith, David (JaCee) Bullock, nine grandchildren: Skyler, Kaden, and Madisen Woolley, Kassie, Taylor,and Noah Smith, Kohen, Kamree, and Jersee Bullock: Siblings; Linda (Richard) Hackett, Brad (Patty) Bullock, Julie (Jeff) Arrington, Jeff (Cindy) Bullock, Todd (Trish) Bullock, and many loved nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, and friends. Preceded in death by his Father O. Lynn Bullock, paternal and maternal grandparents. Funeral Services will be Monday November 30, 2009, 2p.m. at Mountain View Memorial Mortuary, 3115 E. 7800 S. A viewing will be Sunday November 29, 2009, 5-7p.m., and Monday 12:45-1:45 at Mountain View Memorial Mortuary. In lieu of flowers please make donations to Huntsman Cancer Institute in Don's name. Special thanks to Evco House of Hose for all of their great support during Don's battle. Online Condolences at www.memorialutah.com
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Bill Lines
I just don't know how to express the sadness I used to feel for Donny when we were little kids, elementary at Mount View, middle school at Midvale and then to Hillcrest. He had to fight his way home, it seemed, nearly every night and it was usually another bully much bigger than him. Donny would fight like a cornered alley cat regardless of who wanted to hurt him, his courage would give one cause to wonder if he was made of steel inside; then I saw him get beat up one night, down in the dust and dirt, mouth and nose bleeding, exhausted to where he could hardly stand on his own feet and he cried for the first time I could remember. I walked home with him feeling totally helpless. And totally outraged at what I had seen. It wasn't just kids venting steam; it was a violent physical assault that should have resulted in criminal charges. I'm still outraged 40 years later.
I read Donny's obituary and was happy to see that he grew up, served in the Navy, had kids and grandkids and a life. And a "lot" in the Bookcliffs. He probably had a far better life than the individuals who used him as a punching bag when he was a kid.
Marilyn Miller (Cox)
Thanks for sharing the back story on Don. I admire both of you for sharing the real story that rarely gets told and we can all pass on what it teaches us; that we need to do what ever we can do to stop abuse because every soul is precious.