Georgia Young

Julie was Peter’s crazy mom, but she watched out for all of us. My first memory of Julie was after a house fire burned their belongs to the ground and I delivered one of my stuffies for Peter. There were a lot of swear words. In high school I took an interest in the literary arts and her secret seemed to be her mobile work station/car full of slim fast and galleys. Later she welcomed my sister, me and my husband into her world. She helped me find jobs. She accepted random visits. And she made me feel like watching our kids grow up over social media was a privilege, always with a like or comment. Julie was savage and she had a heart and smile of gold. Thank you for living, Julie!