Thank you for coming together and pouring out your love for the Harvey family and for all of us who are friends of Judy’s at this hard time while we mourn her passing and celebrate her loving life. I encourage you to use this page to post works that memorialize her or that express your grief. Over the next few weeks and months, perhaps you can find it in your heart to make a poem, story, song, painting, drawing, or something else to honor Judy’s beautiful friendship and loving life.
Here is my poem. I apologize that it is angry: that is the stage of grief I am in now. I know I will move on, and I hope that I will be able to write something that spends more time lingering on my much I love Judy and what a wonderful friend she was to me.
Grief is a Lion that Lies in Wait
Grief, a lion sharpening his claws,
lies purring at my light-foot leaping mind
and memories that squeak and scamper by—
to pounce upon me when I dare to pause.
I hear him growl when I say your name.
I feel his tail lash when I have to speak
about the way you died: the shock, the shame.
When I see your smile, he bares his teeth.
Yet you were gentle, soft, and sweet:
a slender-boned gazelle, a tender mouse,
the nursemaid of the pride, the cubs’ retreat,
a strength for woes, a den made safe for doubts.
O Judy, little lioness of joy:
How could you turn from comfort to destroy?