Perspective

It's like the Indigo Girls song: "They published your diary, and that's how I got to know you... And here's a young girl, on a kind of telephone line through time."

For the past 24 hours, I haven't been able to get Julia Rusinek out of my mind. One of Brian's best friends in high school, she died tragically the summer of our sophomore year in college.

Recently, Brian sent me a link with her letters home from camp: http://juliarun.org/campq.html

She must be one of the most mature nine-year olds I know! (and boy, does she like candy!)

Her website pulls you in and haunts your mind, wondering why tragedies such as this need to happen. Her parents have started a fund, now 12 years old, to celebrate her life and to honor the ideals for which she lived: http://juliarun.org/fund.html

Her eulogy is beautiful:

"For between when we live and when we dream, when we dream and when we hope, and when we hope and when we love, there is Julia."