Dudie, Dudie, Dudie, I'll never forget your mom and how she used to call out to you with the dogs. Girl gone way too soon. Gees we had fun, camping Big Sur, Incline village Southshore CalNeva ???? I still am in touch with David Williams your husband. Such a good man. He misses you so much. Wins at the car show with your "Black Beauty"... Only you could handle all the Dogs. I have such great pictures of us and our great time. Rest is peace sweet girl.

I was shocked to see Judy’s picture here in the memorials section. Apparently she died in 2011, unbeknownst to me at the time. A flood of fond memories seep in as I remember her. A vibrant life now gone 13 years, yet not forgotten. Judy and I met in the second grade at Hoover school after my family moved to Burlingame. We were close friends especially in 7th and 8th grades. By the middle of sophomore year we had drifted far apart. Nearly a decade later, we attend each others weddings. I remember Judy’s sweet smile, infectious laughter, and most of all, her love of life…. Her dogs, Dutchess the German shepherd and the liter of 11 puppies — the yapping and barking, the piles of dog shit in the outdoor fenced kennel we carefully navigated to play with the pups. I ended up taking the runt of the liter home with me to care for her. She wasn't doing well, unable to eat her fair share, overrun by the rest. Mrs. Torczyner thought some extra care would save her. Unfortunately it didn't. In appreciation though, they offered me another puppy. Judy had already named her and so I became the momma of 6 week old Shilo. Shilo followed me everywhere. She was a fast learner and yielded my every command. She became my best friend through early times at Mills and the often confusing feelings of being a teenager. She was my protector through high school and into college. I fearlessly went out alone at night accompanied by ShiShi. Other vivid memories of Judy include snow skiing at Incline Village. Mrs. Torczyner grew up in Austria and was an avid skier. The 3 of us shared many weekends in Tahoe. One winter we got snowed in and weren't able to make it back for school on Monday. Instead we got to ski to the grocery store to buy another days groceries. In 7th or 8th grade, one Saturday Judy slept over at my house on Canyon Road, a common weekend occurrence. That Sunday morning we walked to the Schlessenger's house on Easton (past Peter Crabbe's) to get a ride to Jewish Sunday School. Once there, I vividly remember Laurie Gross talking about women being tortured, their legs tied together during childbirth. I was simultaneously shocked and confused learning about the Hoiocaust for the first time. How could this happen? Why? It wasn't until I was much older that I could more deeply understand the horrific past, the inter-generational trauma that Judy's family and other Jews had endured. In spite of it, they found light, love, and joy in their lives. I will always remember them. May Judy, her parents Joshua & Juana (Hansie) and her brother Jerome (Jerry) all rest in peace. Thank you for friendship, joy, love, and lasting memories.