I had a friend. Her name was Julie. We had a really unique friendship. We didn't call each other every day, even though we were next door neighbors, but we knew we had a bond. She called us Lugie sisters because we discovered we both had Lithuanian heritage. We had disagreements. So what. Doesn't everyone? She was beautiful. A little crazy, a little over the top, and she was my friend. I am glad to have known her. Glad to have spent so many crazy moments with her. She loved her family. HARD! She actually loved everyone who needed love HARD! I admired her and yet I could be jealous of her. I got mad at her and wondered what to do the make it ok. She glowed at times and hid from everyone at times. She had a husband named Rick. He adored her. It showed. He smiled in her presence. Her two sons, I am sure will never be the same. I hope they will always remember the things their mother taught them. Julie had cancer. When she went through the treatments, she was up. She made everyone else think it was ok....It wasn't....But from the time she found out, she made everyone else think it was ok. She always told her boys they were special. What a nice thing to grow up thinking. I will always be appreciative for the time I had with Julie. I hope in her heart she felt the same way. She is an angel now. God is lucky to have her with him. We will certainly miss her here on earth. The moments we had that drove us apart, are stopped in time now, to relish the fun and fabulous times we had in our crazy neighborhood together. Julie, I hope our last conversation we had together, was as important to you as it was to me. Hill Court is not the same, will never be the same, and is very sad tonight.