I e-mailed Julia one of my first poems a few months ago, having only been inspired to write earlier this year, after hearing one of her short stories on the radio. When I later realised how well-known she was, and e-mailed say I felt embarrassed to have bothered her, she replied "I am not at all important..and I love receiving poems". Well, it’s obvious that she was important to a great many people, and has made a difference to my life and the lives of countless others. So in memory of my Dad, whose life also came to an end, like Julia’s, peacefully at home and surrounded by those he loved, I’ll end with the words he used every night when he tucked us up in bed
Good night and God bless.