Last week, a lovely woman passed away after a long, sad decline. She was sixty-six years old and had suffered from Alzheimer’s for twelve years. When I read her obituary I learned she, too, had been an English major in college—something I hadn’t known before. I had known she was an avid reader and the last time I saw her socially I attended a reading of The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri with her and her sister-in-law. Although she was quickly slipping away, I treasure the bittersweet memory of that evening when one last time we got to share our love of books, words and slightly irreverent humor.
Farewell, Julia. It was a joy to have known you.