I'm having a hard time processing it all. I know we all are, even though we knew it was coming, and we knew it was coming because Julia cared enough about us all to tell us and let us prepare. Still. "Prepare." Is there such a thing?
It's taken me a couple days to work up the courage to come here. But this is the place Julia loved, this is the place that connected us one to another, so this is the place where it's fitting to tell her:I love you.
I miss you.
Having you in my life
Losing you... well. So many of us are writers, but how does one put the loss of someone like you into words?
It's cliched, but having Julia in our lives really did make us richer. There are so few truly kindhearted people in the world, but she was one of them, and the loss of her honestly beautiful spirit among us is hard to bear. I'm choosing to be grateful I knew her.
I love you, Julia. I'll see you on the white shores in the far green country. Save me a beach chair, will you?