Judy is the kindest, sweetest, most generous, beautiful person
I have had the pleasure and privilege of knowing!

As a little girl, her unselfishness was already evident.
One day their cousin was visiting them. Howard, who was usually her best friend, suddenly did not want to play with girls and pushed her away. Their father saw the incident and sent Howard to go and sit in his room. After a little while, Judy came in and said: "Okay Howie, I will sit in your place - and you can go and play with Allie!"

That is the way she has always been
and still is today.

We must be careful not to fall victim to the idea that we are unlovable because we are too much of this and not enough of that. We're fine just the way we are.

Diversity is life.
There are armies of individuals, for example, who love tall people, or short people, or brunettes, or blonds, or thin people, or heavy people, or silent types, or verbal types, and on and on.

The more we are unapologetic about who we are, the more we are assured of lasting love. With patience we discover those who will cherish us - just the way we are.
Then we will have a lifetime free of artifice and deception and the freedom to be who we are.

Leo Buscaglia.

"Judy, I love you just the way you are!"

Mom

Judy pretending to ride a bike.

I wonder why it seems so important these days to analyze everything.
Someone says, "I love you," and we feel we should question what they mean.
We want to know what they are really feeling.
We spend endless hours dissecting why someone would say this or do that,
putting under microscope things that would be better simply accepted.

It is certainly true that the more we know
about something or someone,
the more we can understand them.
But we can never know everything
about anything and that's alright too.

There is a certain magic in the fact
that even after a lifetime of relating
the deepest feelings, thoughts and actions
may remain incomprehensible.

What we need to know about loving is not a great mystery.
We all know what constitutes loving behaviour;
we need but act upon it,
not continually question it.
Overanalysis often confuses the issue
and in the end brings us no closer to insight.

We sometimes become too busy classifying,
separating, and examining,
to remember that love is easy.
It's we who make it complicated.
Leo Buscaglia again.

Howard and Judy.

Judy had a real-life doll to play with.

Judy promised that she would take care of her sister - and she has always been her second mother. Today they are still each other's best-friends.