One evening my telephone rang, and it was my mother. She didn’t sound like herself; she sounded sad… “Christina, I’m afraid I have some bad news. Julie Sipowicz died earlier this week … her family hadn’t heard from her in a while, and when the police checked on her welfare, she was found dead, alone in her apartment. They think she killed herself.” “What?” I said, “Oh no … poor Julie.” I sat down; feeling like someone had sucker punched me.