Though I only met Julia a few times, I’ve loved her work and her spirit. Her death shouldn’t have been a surprise but it still is, partly because she had been ill for so long, and partly because when you read her work, you realise that she took the fear of dying away from herself. And in doing so, all we had to do was to read those words and it went away from us a little bit too. And while we all still have those fears, and they won’t ever go away, neither will her words of hope, humour and love. I hope the tributes on here will be some small consolation to her family and to Bev.