Ian Burrows

Dearest Julie,

I always felt like I could show-up to You in an authentic manner, and knowing that, made interactions so much more wholesome. In hindsight I feel like time in your presence was time spent wisely.

To sum up, I’ll miss You because (entirely selfishly) I wish I could watch our daughter interact with You and absorb some of your uncompromising, slightly intimidating nature and confidence, and of course become the beneficiary of a few of those ridiculously generous Christmas gifts. I wish we could have had more occasions together around a dining table to try to convince You that food was a subject to be more excited about, too…

If I were more comfortable doing so, I imagine there would have been my sharing stories of working as apprentice in busy commercial kitchens but it would likely have been the side stories of rebellious shenanigans that would have been far more interesting to You …. I’ll just save those to share with Will and Olympia when they are teenagers.

I didn’t know you well, but I do feel like we were meant to meet at that precise moment in Spring 2021 with all of the people I have grown to love since and who now have an immeasurable void in their life.

RIP Julie. We love you.