LETTER: A tribute to Julie Sharpe

Julie had a solar powered “rainbow generator” on the window in her office. Sunshine made a prism rotate, casting patches of rainbows around the room. Shortly after my father died, I took my mother to Julie for a massage. She fell in love with the rainbow maker and insisted that we immediately get one for her to take home. It’s one of the few personal items I took from my mother’s house after she died a few years later. So now it’s on my Post-It note window, where it reminds me of my mother. Now it reminds me of Julie, too.

I imagine Julie would have hated being referred to as an angel. But she was an angel—to more people than she knew. Formal recognition was never her motivation, but, hopefully, her life will serve as inspiration to those of us who will miss her until we see her again.

“Write something meaningful about Julie.” I hope I’ve fulfilled the task.

Donna R. Himelfarb


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