A year ago today, Julie left us.
If the measure of a person is how many people loved them, then she was a giant.
It took me months before “At least she’s not suffering any more” became a comfort instead of empty words.
One time, in an email or a text, she told me I was awesome, and that I should have that on a refridgerator magnet or something. So, I went to Zazzle, whipped one up, and ordered it for myself. It’s still on my fridge, reminding me of her, even though sometimes the memory hurts.
I am lucky to have known her, all too brief as it was.