Judy is someone I'd always hoped I'd see again.
I knew her in high school -- heard the sad news Friday night at our 40th reunion. I hadn't seen her in many years, since a few years after we'd all graduated from college. She'd just gotten this spectacular (if tiny) apartment on the upper east side with a marble mantle, fancy details and very high ceilings, and I remember thinking, "Wow, this girl knows something I don't know!"
In high school she was always up for whatever insanity we planned, always fun, always a good friend. And always fretting -- she'd scream "I'm mortified," at the slightest provocation, but clearly, later in life, she found herself.
When I found out about her untimely passing, all I could think about was how, back in the early 70s, she would roll her hair on orange juice cans, trying, in vain, to make it straight. Back then, none of us were happy with who we were. But it sounds like since then Judy came into her own in the best possible way. I only wish I had seen her again.
My condolences to her husband, family and friends, and especially (because I am also a mother of twins) to her two boys.