Gifted Romantic
by Darrell Ames
I must have passed the spot a long time ago, dancing in the darkness.
Her essence finds a voice to answer aloud, this multitalented dreamer.
Every morning, despair lifts its head like a faithful animal, glaring at us.
She never witnessed the entire world, but years for falling night snow.
This Dedham talent is best described by her poetry, singing, and art.
Clouds are white, but they darken with rain in response to a heavy heart.
We remember Julianne for her many talents, interests, and her beauty.
A gifted writer, singer, leader, songwriter, performer, even a romantic.
The principles of tranquility evolved into the likeness of a blast furnace.
We know what she meant when she described the silvery orb of light.
Lost to the gentle interface of seasons and nature, yet perpetually present.
Some things glow without assistance, her passion exists on truth alone.
We pace up and down our structural existence, hoping to understand.
We seek wit for forbearance while love teaches us to seize and let go.
The deep strike divided us, only momentarily, from her loving charm.
Love heals all and frees us from the overwhelming chains of grief.
Let us leap for the zeal of freedom and the chance to choose and keep.
A bright future stolen navigated us through torture and untimely pain.
Refocused gratitude attracts us from despair, a healing self-defense.
We take guard over the pace of deep darkness, healing for her sake.
Gifted Romantic
by Darrell Ames
I must have passed the spot a long time ago, dancing in the darkness.
Her essence finds a voice to answer aloud, this multitalented dreamer.
Every morning, despair lifts its head like a faithful animal, glaring at us.
She never witnessed the entire world, but years for falling night snow.
This Dedham talent is best described by her poetry, singing, and art.
Clouds are white, but they darken with rain in response to a heavy heart.
We remember Julianne for her many talents, interests, and her beauty.
A gifted writer, singer, leader, songwriter, performer, even a romantic.
The principles of tranquility evolved into the likeness of a blast furnace.
We know what she meant when she described the silvery orb of light.
Lost to the gentle interface of seasons and nature, yet perpetually present.
Some things glow without assistance, her passion exists on truth alone.
We pace up and down our structural existence, hoping to understand.
We seek wit for forbearance while love teaches us to seize and let go.
The deep strike divided us, only momentarily, from her loving charm.
Love heals all and frees us from the overwhelming chains of grief.
Let us leap for the zeal of freedom and the chance to choose and keep.
A bright future stolen navigated us through torture and untimely pain.
Refocused gratitude attracts us from despair, a healing self-defense.
We take guard over the pace of deep darkness, healing for her sake.
Gravesite Details
Killed in the terrorist bombing of Pan Am flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland on December 21, 1988.