How lucky I am to have had Judy for a friend all these years. I met her on my 11th birthday and we quickly became good friends – actually, she was more like family - my Dad called her his second daughter. Over the years, though we didn’t live near each other, we shared the important happenings as well as the funny and inconsequential stuff in our lives, and the best thing about being part of a life-long friendship is that you don’t have to explain much – your friend just knows – and it’s hard to lose that. But Judy has been such a constant, loving, and important presence in my life that I feel she’s part of me, and though I’ve lost her physical presence, she is still with me and always will be. God Bless you, Steve. I am grateful Judy had you in her life.