Julia should have graduated from college last month with a degree in public relations, but she has been dead for six months, lying in the cold ground next to a cathedral in suburban Philadelphia.
I had the privilege of getting to know Julia in 2015 when I helped her with a journalism course. I was a graduate student working as a tutor for the university’s student athletes, and she was a lacrosse player with a healing smile and a big personality.
Outside of school and sports, she loved to wake up early on Saturday mornings and drive into the foothills to spend time alone, away from the chaos of the city, recharging her batteries on sunshine and brisk mountain air.