Susan Mersereau

Julie and I met in the summer of 1972 when we were in a graduate course for teachers at the University of Portland. We were both living in the East and teaching during the academic year while our husbands were in law school. What a gift to me! She was the first person I had met in Portland completely on my own, and I loved being able to be so real and have so much fun with her—because, as you know, she would have nothing less. We both came back to Portland the next year, after our husbands accepted jobs and began their law careers. Though in and out of connection over the next many years, I was thrilled when our kids showed up at the same high school and then became sweethearts. Julie’s absolute delight in that synchronistic development—and the prom pictures—was wonderful to see. That beaming smile, infectious laugh, and the twinkle in her eyes are unforgettable. She became a central cheerleader and mentor to my daughter for the long term, something that was deeply gratifying to me. You still are the best, Julie, for you live on in all of us you touched so deeply.

I have realized, over the days since I heard of her loss and felt the shock, that Julie’s entry into my life during that vulnerable time in 1972 had become a supportive pillar of my identity. It’s almost as if I had a “back-pocket Julie” always available to see me and cheer me on. Thank you, Julie. And thank you, Peter, for putting this perfect memorial together for all of us to share. We loved your mom, too, and this helps.