Murder victim lived in fear of her ex

‘That is a tragedy, and it’s worth speaking out against, and it’s worth raising awareness,’ sister says

Daniel MacEachern dmaceachern@thetelegram.com
Published on November 11, 2013

The tragedy of Oct. 15, when Brian Dawe shot former girlfriend Juliane Hibbs and her fiancé Vince Dillon dead at the Villa Nova Plaza in Conception Bay South before turning his gun on himself in the Anglican cemetery on Kenmount Road, was the culmination of 15 years of manipulation and control at the hands of Dawe, Hibbs’ family says, speaking publicly for the first time about the murder.

Second in a two-part series

 

In Saturday’s Part 1, Hibbs’ parents explained how Juliane began dating Dawe, culminating in a tug-of-war that ended in February 1995, when Dawe picked Juliane up from school and didn’t allow her to go back. For the next 15 years, her parents rarely saw her, despite desperate attempts to keep in contact — a failure of the system the family says contributed to her death.

 

System failed Juliane, family says

Days tumbled into weeks and months and stretched into years.

The Hibbs family would go to Brian Dawe’s house, where they’d be threatened by Dawe and his hangers-on. At one point, said Juliane Hibbs’ dad, Philip Hibbs, a friend of Dawe’s pointed a gun at him at Dawe’s behest.

“It was a very fearful time for us to be going there,” said Philip.

The Hibbs would call the police, who initially would come and talk to Dawe.

“They’d come back to us and say, ‘Brian said she’s not feeling well, or tired,’ and we couldn’t get to speak to her. They’d end up leaving a message on our behalf.”

It affected home life for the Hibbs family, who were still raising Juliane’s younger sister, Ashley, and brother, Christopher.

The Hibbs family made statements to the police about the events leading up to Juliane leaving the family home, to be used if criminal charges against Dawe ever became a possibility.

“By this time Juliane was 18 years old. Why they didn’t act when she was 16, I don’t know,” said Philip.

Police gradually stopped responding to the Hibbs’ requests for help, telling them that if Juliane said she needed to get out, they could help; otherwise, there wasn’t anything they could do.

“We would go up, but police would not come,” said Philip, who nevertheless found an ally in former police officer Connie Pike (then Snow), who would attempt to make contact on their behalf.

As the years wore on, the Hibbs family would only ever get an occasional glimpse of Juliane, usually in a car with Dawe as they’d drive by Dawe’s house.

Once they saw her at a grocery store. Debbie Hibbs, Juliane’s mother, says Juliane held her hand and said, “I wish things weren’t this way.”

Philip managed to slip her $50 before Dawe discovered Juliane’s parents were there and left with her.

“That was the closest I had gotten to her in a long, long while, and the fact that she’d said these words…” said Debbie. “It’s just that we couldn’t do anything. No matter who we spoke to or where we went to get help, nobody could do anything.”

It was two years ago that Juliane’s sister, Ashley (now Ashley O’Brien), spotted her from a distance at the Village mall, with someone other than Dawe.

That was Vince Dillon — Dawe’s other victim on Oct. 15 — who the Hibbs family would come to know as Vinnie, the man who’d helped Juliane finally get free of Dawe more than two years previously.

Juliane had been nervous about re-establishing contact with the family, said Ashley, who suspects her sister felt embarrassment and guilt over what happened.

“It wasn’t because she didn’t want to (come home). But Juliane, after all these years … Juliane was living in isolation, and she didn’t quite know what we were experiencing and we didn’t know what she was experiencing,” she said.

“We have no idea what (Brian) was telling her. She probably didn’t have a full appreciation of how much we were trying to do on the outside. That wasn’t getting to her.”

Ashley brought Juliane to the family home for a tearful, joyous reunion. Juliane hugged her mother and said she was sorry.

“We were so happy,” said Debbie, who told Juliane it was never her fault and that her parents never blamed her.

“Without my husband and myself actually killing him, there was nothing we could do. Nothing,” said Debbie, fighting back tears.

Philip confessed he was worried he’d never see his oldest daughter again.

“I just thank God we had her back. But it was only for two years.”

The family — ecstatic at Juliane’s return — at first didn’t discuss her 15 years with Dawe, and Juliane didn’t bring it up. The family began attending counselling in an effort to come to grips with what had happened, which was how they learned that Juliane never saw the Christmas gifts — clothes, shoes — and money the family had left for her outside Dawe’s house every year. He wouldn’t allow her to have a bank card or a driver’s licence.

At some point, Dawe brought Juliane to work in a downtown club as a dancer, not as a stripper, said Phil, who suspects — having noticed the deterioration of the vehicles outside Dawe’s home and fewer of his cronies hanging around — his income was dwindling and he needed Juliane to bring in some money, none of which she was allowed to keep. Juliane had suffered some injuries in a car accident and received a $10,000 settlement — of which she, again, never saw a dime.

The catalyst for Juliane’s escape, the family learned in counselling, was a long, violent argument with Dawe, during which he dragged her down a flight of stairs by her hair and threatened to stab her with a knife. She managed to talk him down, but knew then her life depended on leaving him.

“It motivated her: ‘If I don’t get out, my life is going to end,’” said Ashley.

Juliane confided in friends she’d made at the club, including Dillon, who worked there as a DJ. Dillon offered her a place to stay, and over the course of almost a year, Juliane would smuggle a personal item or two — but no more, for fear of discovery by Dawe — out of the house to work in her costume bag. She’d leave them at work for Dillon, who would take them to his house for her.

Finally, one day Dawe came to pick her up at work and she wasn’t there, having taken some time off work to hide.

“(Dawe) went nuts,” said Philip. But Dawe, the family would later learn, didn’t know Dillon, and didn’t know where he lived.

After the reunion, the family came to know Dillon as a nice, funny person; he and Juliane had been friends at work and eventually became a couple. They had recently gotten engaged, and the Hibbs got to know his sister and mother as well.

“He was genuinely good,” said Philip, adding the family’s defences were lowered as they realized Dillon was nothing like the controlling Dawe.

“It didn’t take us long to realize that Vinnie and Juliane — it was OK. We were happy about that.”

Juliane was free to do her own thing — a given in a healthy relationship, but markedly different from her relationship with Dawe, said Ashley.

“Vinnie didn’t have to be around. He would drop her off and she would sleep over, and Vinnie would do his own thing. He didn’t control her.”

And every single night for two years, Juliane called her parents between 9:45 and 10 p.m.

Juliane and Dillon left their jobs at the club, and two weeks before her death, Juliane had found employment as a home-care worker, a job she had already started to excel at.

It was a medical form that Juliane needed completed for her new job that brought her to the clinic at Villa Nova Plaza the night of Oct. 15, when Dawe killed her and Dillon, before shooting himself in the Anglican cemetery on Kenmount Road. Police found Dawe’s body with a handgun, assault rifle, body armour and hundreds of rounds of ammunition.

Debbie and Philip were in Calgary the night of the shooting, having gone to visit Ashley and her husband, who had moved to Alberta earlier in the year. Still, news of the shooting — but not the identities of the victims — reached the Hibbs family that evening, who thought, as rumours and speculation ran wild, that it must have had to do with drugs.

Their son, Christopher, was at home in Topsail the night of the shooting — and it was he who had to break the news via phone to his parents and sister — after the police came to the door to tell him what had happened.

Debbie and Philip woke up just after midnight in Calgary to a hysterical Ashley, after Christopher called her cellphone. After running into her room to find out what was happening — with Ashley unable to speak — Philip took the phone and Christopher told him to sit down and get Debbie.

“‘I’ve got something really, really bad to tell you,’” Christopher told his father, and when Christopher explained what happened, “all hell broke loose,” said Philip, fighting tears, while Debbie beside him began to cry.

The family returned to Newfoundland the next day, reeling. Philip said apart from occasionally seeing Dawe in public over the last couple of years, the family had no contact with him and thought he had moved on.

“When Juliane came back into our lives, our train of thought was to stay away,” Debbie said. “We had a false sense of security. We thought perhaps he’d leave well enough alone. We did not spend any of our time thinking about Brian.”

Juliane occasionally expressed the worry that Dawe might come after her, but everyone thought it was natural to be concerned after 15 years of fear and manipulation.

The family has been trying to piece together the events of the night of Oct. 15 — and have been frustrated by a lack of communication from police, who haven’t told them exactly what happened and have not yet returned Juliane’s personal effects.

And they worry that the system that failed Juliane in her life is failing her again after her death.

“It’s a sense of abandonment from the RNC, which we’ve felt all along from the beginning of this story,” said Ashley. “It’s a complete disregard for the family who’s trying to deal with this.”

The Hibbs family is speaking up about what Juliane went through to raise awareness about domestic violence and relationship abuse, and to cast a spotlight on the gaps in a system that allowed what happened to Juliane.

“Brian knew what he was doing,” said Ashley. “He wasn’t going after someone his own age. He was going after a young girl who was very naive about relationships, about sex, about men and women, about power dynamics.”

She said she understands the police had their hands tied when it came to charging Dawe with any crime — but that’s exactly the problem.

“It’s a system that failed this individual, and it allowed an individual like Brian to exist in our society, without any protection,” she said. “He was free to do whatever he wanted. There were no barriers put in place. There was nothing to challenge him or keep him back.”

The system put the onus for protecting Juliane entirely on Juliane herself, said Ashley.

“It places all the responsibility on the victim,” she said. “And in a situation like this, the victim is helpless.”

 

Vigil planned

On Friday, one month after the shooting, the family is holding an hour-long vigil in remembrance of Juliane and Vince Dillon at the C.B.S. Town Hall in Manuels, beginning at 7 p.m. The family hopes others can learn from what happened to Juliane.

“It’s not just the tragedy of that night,” said Ashley. “It’s the tragedy of 20 years of Juliane living in a society that allowed this to happen to her, and there was no help for her. That is a tragedy, and it’s worth speaking out against, and it’s worth raising awareness. Do we want to be a society that allows things like this to happen? If we don’t, we need to take note of it, speak up for it.”

The family is still coping with the loss of Juliane so soon after her return to the family, but will remember with gratitude the final two, happy years of her life.

“Thank God we had these two years before this happened,” said Ashley.

Despite everything that had happened, said Debbie, Juliane was still the warm, compassionate daughter she’d always been.

“She was very calming. In her presence, you were just calm,” she said.

“She wasn’t just the average caring person,” added Ashley. “She embodied caring.”

 

dmaceachern@thetelegram.com

Twitter: @TelegramDaniel

 

In their own words

Juliane Hibbs family provided this account to The Telegram

 

Juliane’s Story

Tragically shot and murdered on October 15, 2013 by her former boyfriend Brian Dawe.

Juliane was born on a beautiful sunny Tuesday morning on January 3, 1978. A beautiful baby girl, she was the first born to Philip and Debbie Hibbs. She was a bright, smart, happy child. She liked dressing up, playing games, and doing funny things. And no matter who came to visit, she would always be asking, “Are you staying for supper?”

Juliane grew to love music and reading, and at an early age she could write short stories and poems. The following is a poem Juliane wrote at the age of 9, after her Poppy Morgan passed away.

Life to Me…

Life to me seems like a flower.

It starts out as a seed. It grows.

Then it is a fully grown flower, so beautiful,

But then, over the years,

Slowly, slowly, its petals fall off, and its scent goes.

In time, after a good life

It dies, and never comes back

But, other flowers come back.

That’s what life is to me.

 

Juliane planned to be a journalist and write books as a career. She was a good student and always maintained good grades.

 

***

This all changed when Juliane was 16 years old. Like all teenagers her age, she liked to hang out with her school friends. It was at one such school friend’s house in Chamberlains that she first met Brian Dawe. He was hanging out with another crowd at a townhouse nearby. Not long thereafter, we became aware that this crowd was involved in what we considered illicit activity. Juliane and her friends were enticed to join them, and being inquisitive teenagers, they did.

 

Unbeknownst to her us, Brian began making a move on our daughter. We became concerned when she wanted to spend more time at her friend’s house and her grades began to slip.

Debbie and I eventually met Brian, and soon after learned some disturbing things about him, which caused red flags to go up. Not only was Brian 8 years Juliane’s senior, but also he did not finish school and did not have a job. Yet, he had cars, motorcycles, atvs, skidoos, etc. and seemed to have endless money. What teenager would not be blinded by what he offered to an unassuming young girl?

In January 1995, when Juliane turned 17 years old, Brian began coercing her to leave home and live with him and his mother. Leading up to this, Brian was always questioning our authority as Juliane’s parents. He wanted her to stay out late on weeknights, spend weekends at his house, and even suggested that she split living arrangements with half a week home and half a week at his house.

Now Debbie and I were trying to intervene and end the relationship. But Brian had become very difficult to deal with and his level of intimidation and control was reaching new heights. During this period, Debbie and I found ourselves in an impossible struggle against Brian, for the safety and security of our daughter. We were constantly trying to balance between giving Juliane the freedom and support to take her own stand against him as a mature teenager, and countering Brian’s controlling influence. After countless pleas to police, we understood that there was very little they could do for us – they told us Juliane had to come out of this on her own. And how does a young girl get out of a situation like this, when her abuser is always nearby? How does one come forward, when she had been threatened and was living in fear? Even her friends at school had later told us that Juliane was trying to leave Brian, but that he would not leave her alone. Another friend told us that Brian had threatened the lives of her family, if she left him or took up with anyone else.

Eventually, Brian managed to achieve his goal, enforced his control over Juliane, and she became prisoner to him. She was 17 years old and there was nothing the law could do to reverse this. For Juliane, what followed was years of isolation, intimidation, control and abuse. Brian took her out of school, cut her off from all her friends, forbade her from using the phone, and cut off all ties with her family. She was not allowed to leave the house, except with Brian. We would go up to Brian’s house to try and see her, but his house would be barricaded – the windows and doors would be covered in wallpaper and black garbage bags, and he would have his pit bull out on the property. He would shout and swear, and curse out Debbie and I to get the f@*^ off his property. We received death threats on the phone and to our face. Philip even had a gun pointed at him at one point. Debbie and I were almost run off the road more than once, and on another occasion we had our car boxed in, and Brian and his friends tried to forcefully remove us from our car. There were many intense and dangerous run-ins with Brian during our struggle to gain access to our daughter.

In the years that followed, any contact we had with Juliane amounted to a by-chance sighting on The Shore. We continued to drop presents off at the door for Christmas and birthdays – which we never knew if she received or not. Brian often threatened us to get away, and would not let Juliane come to the door. On one such occasion, Brian called the police and we were advised to leave his property or charges could be laid against us. Calling his bluff, Debbie said, “let him charge us.” But he never did.

Through all of this, the only constant friend and support we had was former RNC Const. Connie Pike (then Snow). Connie never gave up on Juliane’s case, helping in any way she could, even though she often felt that her hands were tied.

***

Some years ago, Brian had Juliane working in the downtown club scene. All the money she made, Brian would take from her. Still, this job became a blessing in disguise. For Juliane now made new friends she could tell her story to. During her time downtown, Juliane also befriended a man named Vince Dillon.

As time went on, Juliane’s relationship with Brian intensified again, and his abusive nature towards her reached new heights. Juliane later confided in us that Brian had made an attempt on her life. As Juliane relayed to us, they were fighting one night, and Brian would not let her go to sleep. So she got up. He grabbed her by the hair on her head and dragged her down over the basement stairs. He cornered her into the bathroom, with a knife in hand and was going to stab her to death. Juliane managed to talk Brian down. But she knew for sure now, that her life was in immediate danger, and she had to leave him.

With the support of her friend Vince, Juliane managed to escape a year later. Brian dropped her off to work one night at the club, but when he returned to pick her up, she wasn’t there. Brian returned often to look for her, but she had taken time off work and was staying with Vince. Vince tried to protect her. That was about 5 years ago.

For the first 3 years Juliane was away from Brian, she did not reach out to her family. After years of abuse, Juliane suffered from low self-esteem and felt embarrassed about everything that had happened to her. Then one day, almost 2 years ago, her sister Ashley came upon Juliane and Vince at the Village Mall. Juliane reunited with her family at Christmas 2011. The first words she uttered to Debbie were “Mom, I’m sorry.” To which Debbie replied, “You have nothing to be sorry for. It was never your fault and we never blamed you.” As her parents, we always loved Juliane with all our heart and never wavered in that love.

***

In the last two short but precious years we had with Juliane, we learned how much she loved us, all of us, and that she never stopped loving us. Juliane was home, but we had a long road ahead to repair what was once a broken family.

In an effort to help Juliane face and overcome her ordeal with Brian, Debbie and I brought her to counseling. It was during these sessions that we learned much of the horrendous things Brian had done to her. Juliane was suffering from flashbacks and expressed her fear of Brian, but she emerge a happier more confident young woman. In courage, Juliane embraced her new and present life, and perhaps it gave us all a false sense of security. We believed, or perhaps, we wanted to believe, that Brian had finally let her go.

Just 2 weeks before this tragic incident, Juliane began a new job in homecare. Juliane loved her job, and the two ladies she cared for loved her back. In such a short time, Juliane had made such a positive impact, and we were told as much: “Juliane was like a breath of fresh air,” her employers told us.

On October 15, 2013, Juliane went to see her family doctor at Villa Nova Medical Clinic to have a medical/health form completed for her new job. Up to the time of writing this article, the RNC have not discussed the details of that night nor have they released Juliane’s personal effects to her family.

Juliane loved life. She loved her family, and she loved Vince, her fiancé. She never lost touch with the new friends she had made. Juliane was a gentle and caring person. She never got mad or raised her voice. She was always saying “that’s okay.” She would call home every single night, even when there was nothing new to talk about, and told her mom and dad that she loved us.

***

Juliane’s family, along with the help and support of Connie Pike, will be holding a vigil on November 15, 2013, one month after the tragic murder of our precious daughter and her loving fiancé Vince Dillon. It will take place at the CBS Town Hall, 7-8pm. We ask that you please join us in memory of Juliane and Vince, and in support of creating awareness of domestic and relationship violence.

 

 

 

Juliane’s Story

Tragically shot and murdered on October 15, 2013 by her former boyfriend Brian Dawe.

Juliane was born on a beautiful sunny Tuesday morning on January 3, 1978. A beautiful baby girl, she was the first born to Philip and Debbie Hibbs. She was a bright, smart, happy child. She liked dressing up, playing games, and doing funny things. And no matter who came to visit, she would always be asking, “Are you staying for supper?”

Juliane grew to love music and reading, and at an early age she could write short stories and poems. The following is a poem Juliane wrote at the age of 9, after her Poppy Morgan passed away.

Life to Me…

Life to me seems like a flower.

It starts out as a seed. It grows.

Then it is a fully grown flower, so beautiful,

But then, over the years,

Slowly, slowly, its petals fall off, and its scent goes.

In time, after a good life

It dies, and never comes back

But, other flowers come back.

That’s what life is to me.

 

Juliane planned to be a journalist and write books as a career. She was a good student and always maintained good grades.

 

***

This all changed when Juliane was 16 years old. Like all teenagers her age, she liked to hang out with her school friends. It was at one such school friend’s house in Chamberlains that she first met Brian Dawe. He was hanging out with another crowd at a townhouse nearby. Not long thereafter, we became aware that this crowd was involved in what we considered illicit activity. Juliane and her friends were enticed to join them, and being inquisitive teenagers, they did.

 

Unbeknownst to her us, Brian began making a move on our daughter. We became concerned when she wanted to spend more time at her friend’s house and her grades began to slip.

Debbie and I eventually met Brian, and soon after learned some disturbing things about him, which caused red flags to go up. Not only was Brian 8 years Juliane’s senior, but also he did not finish school and did not have a job. Yet, he had cars, motorcycles, atvs, skidoos, etc. and seemed to have endless money. What teenager would not be blinded by what he offered to an unassuming young girl?

In January 1995, when Juliane turned 17 years old, Brian began coercing her to leave home and live with him and his mother. Leading up to this, Brian was always questioning our authority as Juliane’s parents. He wanted her to stay out late on weeknights, spend weekends at his house, and even suggested that she split living arrangements with half a week home and half a week at his house.

Now Debbie and I were trying to intervene and end the relationship. But Brian had become very difficult to deal with and his level of intimidation and control was reaching new heights. During this period, Debbie and I found ourselves in an impossible struggle against Brian, for the safety and security of our daughter. We were constantly trying to balance between giving Juliane the freedom and support to take her own stand against him as a mature teenager, and countering Brian’s controlling influence. After countless pleas to police, we understood that there was very little they could do for us – they told us Juliane had to come out of this on her own. And how does a young girl get out of a situation like this, when her abuser is always nearby? How does one come forward, when she had been threatened and was living in fear? Even her friends at school had later told us that Juliane was trying to leave Brian, but that he would not leave her alone. Another friend told us that Brian had threatened the lives of her family, if she left him or took up with anyone else.

Eventually, Brian managed to achieve his goal, enforced his control over Juliane, and she became prisoner to him. She was 17 years old and there was nothing the law could do to reverse this. For Juliane, what followed was years of isolation, intimidation, control and abuse. Brian took her out of school, cut her off from all her friends, forbade her from using the phone, and cut off all ties with her family. She was not allowed to leave the house, except with Brian. We would go up to Brian’s house to try and see her, but his house would be barricaded – the windows and doors would be covered in wallpaper and black garbage bags, and he would have his pit bull out on the property. He would shout and swear, and curse out Debbie and I to get the f@*^ off his property. We received death threats on the phone and to our face. Philip even had a gun pointed at him at one point. Debbie and I were almost run off the road more than once, and on another occasion we had our car boxed in, and Brian and his friends tried to forcefully remove us from our car. There were many intense and dangerous run-ins with Brian during our struggle to gain access to our daughter.

In the years that followed, any contact we had with Juliane amounted to a by-chance sighting on The Shore. We continued to drop presents off at the door for Christmas and birthdays – which we never knew if she received or not. Brian often threatened us to get away, and would not let Juliane come to the door. On one such occasion, Brian called the police and we were advised to leave his property or charges could be laid against us. Calling his bluff, Debbie said, “let him charge us.” But he never did.

Through all of this, the only constant friend and support we had was former RNC Const. Connie Pike (then Snow). Connie never gave up on Juliane’s case, helping in any way she could, even though she often felt that her hands were tied.

***

Some years ago, Brian had Juliane working in the downtown club scene. All the money she made, Brian would take from her. Still, this job became a blessing in disguise. For Juliane now made new friends she could tell her story to. During her time downtown, Juliane also befriended a man named Vince Dillon.

As time went on, Juliane’s relationship with Brian intensified again, and his abusive nature towards her reached new heights. Juliane later confided in us that Brian had made an attempt on her life. As Juliane relayed to us, they were fighting one night, and Brian would not let her go to sleep. So she got up. He grabbed her by the hair on her head and dragged her down over the basement stairs. He cornered her into the bathroom, with a knife in hand and was going to stab her to death. Juliane managed to talk Brian down. But she knew for sure now, that her life was in immediate danger, and she had to leave him.

With the support of her friend Vince, Juliane managed to escape a year later. Brian dropped her off to work one night at the club, but when he returned to pick her up, she wasn’t there. Brian returned often to look for her, but she had taken time off work and was staying with Vince. Vince tried to protect her. That was about 5 years ago.

For the first 3 years Juliane was away from Brian, she did not reach out to her family. After years of abuse, Juliane suffered from low self-esteem and felt embarrassed about everything that had happened to her. Then one day, almost 2 years ago, her sister Ashley came upon Juliane and Vince at the Village Mall. Juliane reunited with her family at Christmas 2011. The first words she uttered to Debbie were “Mom, I’m sorry.” To which Debbie replied, “You have nothing to be sorry for. It was never your fault and we never blamed you.” As her parents, we always loved Juliane with all our heart and never wavered in that love.

***

In the last two short but precious years we had with Juliane, we learned how much she loved us, all of us, and that she never stopped loving us. Juliane was home, but we had a long road ahead to repair what was once a broken family.

In an effort to help Juliane face and overcome her ordeal with Brian, Debbie and I brought her to counseling. It was during these sessions that we learned much of the horrendous things Brian had done to her. Juliane was suffering from flashbacks and expressed her fear of Brian, but she emerge a happier more confident young woman. In courage, Juliane embraced her new and present life, and perhaps it gave us all a false sense of security. We believed, or perhaps, we wanted to believe, that Brian had finally let her go.

Just 2 weeks before this tragic incident, Juliane began a new job in homecare. Juliane loved her job, and the two ladies she cared for loved her back. In such a short time, Juliane had made such a positive impact, and we were told as much: “Juliane was like a breath of fresh air,” her employers told us.

On October 15, 2013, Juliane went to see her family doctor at Villa Nova Medical Clinic to have a medical/health form completed for her new job. Up to the time of writing this article, the RNC have not discussed the details of that night nor have they released Juliane’s personal effects to her family.

Juliane loved life. She loved her family, and she loved Vince, her fiancé. She never lost touch with the new friends she had made. Juliane was a gentle and caring person. She never got mad or raised her voice. She was always saying “that’s okay.” She would call home every single night, even when there was nothing new to talk about, and told her mom and dad that she loved us.

***

Juliane’s family, along with the help and support of Connie Pike, will be holding a vigil on November 15, 2013, one month after the tragic murder of our precious daughter and her loving fiancé Vince Dillon. It will take place at the CBS Town Hall, 7-8pm. We ask that you please join us in memory of Juliane and Vince, and in support of creating awareness of domestic and relationship violence.