Julie and I knew each other in college and I can't believe she's gone. We kept in touch, off and on, since that time and the last time we spoke was in Boston. Julie had come for work and I was living there at the time. We wandered about the museum of fine arts and caught up on our lives. I think she mentioned about wanting to start a family and I talked about my family and how different life was once you have kids.
While in College, I remember spending a weekend with Julie and her friend (whose name escapes me) in Napa. Her friend's father was an art collector and I remember all the art and paintings scattered about the property. It was fun hearing Julie's knowledge about the art we were looking at while hanging out. She could talk a lot about many things, but not as much as me; so that's why I never understood the affectionate nickname that she had in college: "shut-up" Julie. I suspect that our friends likely called me some variation of "shut-up" Jackson when I wasn't around.
The world is a little less bright now without her presence and I hope that her surviving family carries on her spirit of curiosity and quest for knowledge about the world.