Misty Ann Brooks Barthlome came into this world full of spice and sass just before a beautiful misty dawn on January 29, 1984, once here she hit the ground running.

She left this world March 16, 2024, surrounded by her loved ones, after a short but valiant battle with cancer. She knew she wasn’t going to beat it, but she showed up day after day to fight, right to the end.

Most of her growing up years were in the Curlew Valley. Where she lived every little cowgirls dream with her horses’ Bob and Bugs, little red chicken Henny Penny, and best pal Tina.

She attended school at Stone Elementary, even though she was pretty sure it was a waste of her time. While attending Malad High School she was active in FFA, Rodeo Club, and eagerly counted down the days until she could be out of there.

On July 9, 2004 she joined the Mom club when KyLee Ann Kirkbride arrived, she made an encore performance on June 20, 2018 when Phoenyx DeeMar Barthlome
showed up.

After a few speed bumps, hiccups, and wrecks, along life’s highway, she met the love of her life Brandon Barthlome, she found a safe haven with him that she had missed in her previous relationships. Whether it was horse-back riding, razor riding, looking for deer, horse races, golfing, or taking pictures. These two were
rarely apart.

She loved her family and friends, her loyalty was beyond words. She had a talent with horses that was simply amazing. Misty learned her numbers and colors while at the race track. She had a contagious giggle, and stink eye that could sting.

She is survived by her husband Brandon, kids KyLee (Kogan), and Phoenyx, parents Brenda and Earl, sister Kacey, bonus kids Morgan and Brenden, plus so many family and friends that loved her dearly.

A special thank you to the Angels at Gossner Cancer Center, and the Hands of Hope Hospice, your compassionate care for Misty was a
tender mercy.

In honoring her wishes there will be no services at this time, we will honor Misty with a celebration of life at a later date.

In lieu of flowers, please get a mammogram, or have your loved ones get their mammogram!

Cancer is a nasty heifer!