This page is in memoriam to Julia K. Uz, last known as a Lt. Junior Grade in TRES Corps, who in her later days was aka Arcadia.
On December 22, 1995, Julia Uz reportedly died of an arrest brought on by injuries suffered the previous summer when the car she was driving was hit by a drunk driver.
In regard to the Jihad and TRES Corps, Miss Uz caught my attention in June '95 with her intelligence and austere devotion to logic, and soon after I inducted her into the Corps.
After a month of steady posting, she disappeared without saying where she went. Her address, (firstname.lastname@example.org) didn't get a response, and I sadly listed her as 'inactive' after waiting 4 months.
She turned up again purely by accident, when I was goofing off on FurryMUCK furry.org 8888 and got a page from someone named 'Arcadia' needing someone from helpstaff, which I'm a member of there. Arcadia started off by asking 'Don't I know you?' to which I replied, 'That's a good question.'
Soon we were talking, and I realized who she was. At first she didn't let on to what had happened, but in time I learned of the crash that took the use of her legs, left her in serious pain all along the left side of her body, severely damaged one side of her brain, and perhaps worst of all, took her then-8-year-old daughter Samantha away from her.
Through the brief weeks I spent talking to Arcadia there, she refused to dwell on her injuries. Instead, she found time to make a few more posts to alt.barney.dinosaur.die.die.die, and otherwise made sure her wish that no one would worry about her came true.
Julia K. Uz was a sweet, caring, wholly genuine person. The loss of someone who made a difference in so many lives whether she intended to do so or not cannot help but be sobering. Like most people who knew Miss Uz from her various modes of communicating her self, I'm still trying to figure out where to go from here. I only hope that somehow Julia knows how much her earthbound friends will miss her.
The following is Arcadia's description on FurryMUCK. I only recently realized how it related to her real life condition.
Arcadia sits before you, a quiet testimony to dignity and pain. Her eyes are a pale fuzzy green, set into a lightly tanned face, attractive in a huggable, cuddling sort of way. Faint age-lines are the only betrayal of her maturity, in an otherwise smooth and unseamed face, kept trim, like her figure, by constant exercise and a usually careful diet [Yeah well, nodoby's *perfect* ;)] She wears a solid white loose blouse, unbuttoned at the throat. Over her legs is laid a tight fitting wrap that covers her from waist to feet, and seems to have circuitry embedded in it. She sits in a hoverchair which floats levelly a few inches off the ground, her primary mode of transportation. Built into each arm are the primary controls for movement, as well as numerous other gadgets built in by weirdoes [err.. friends!]. She looks at you, studying you, and offers a small smile and nod of welcome.The following is the last email I received from Julia K. Uz. The address no longer is in operation.
Date: Fri, 29 Dec 95 08:05:02 GMT From: Solace (Solace@ix.netcom.com) To: Admiral J FoxGlov (email@example.com) Subject: Resignation Admiral.. It is with great regret that I must hereby tender my final and irrevocable resignation from TRES and the jihad movement as a whole. Hopefully I will be of more assistance from whatever afterlife I now reside in... On a more real aspect, take care of yourself my friend, and keep your good work up, you're an excellent speaker and wise leader. Arcadia
The next two sections are two posts that were made to the 'bulletin board' in the generally most populated place on FurryMUCK on the dates listed.
32) Polgara 5 days ago -- The Passing of A Wonderful Woman From: Polgara 12:27:33 12/29/95 CST For those of you that know Arcadia, I must regretfully post here, on this board that really can't ever express the way I am feeling inside, has passed away RL. If you knew her, and did not know about her terminal illness and would like more information, just let me know. There will be a memorial service held for her soon; let me know if you would like to attend that as well. (Polgara's player bows her head in rememberance, of one of the finest ladies she has ever known, hoping that she, Julia, will always remember how much I love her and how much she means to me.....) 34) K'has 4 days ago -- Arcadia From: K'has 21:41:01 12/29/95 CST This is a followup message to Polgara's announcement of the death of Arcadia last Friday (the Friday before Christmas). She died as the result of complications from a very tragic car accident caused by a drunk driver, that took the life of her 8 year old daughter and left Arcadia partially paralyzed, and in constant pain. At the end, she knew she was dying and a few days before asked me to @recycle her character. "I won't be back," she said. "I am having a permanent lifestyle change." She was gentle in this last request, not admitting what she knew-- that she would not live much longer. She was a gallant and courageoous lady. She had style. She had class. I only knew her that last month of her life, but liked the woman behind the typed characters. I set a 'quiet grove' in the Bistro (Taxi, EC, Bistro, Grove) and left a candle there; a traditional Wiccan memorial to the spirit of one who has departed. If you would like to leave a memorial candle there, please do so-- in the name of Arcadia or anyone else you care for. Go in peace, bright spirit.
The following are descriptions of items left at a memorial site set up on FurryMUCK in memorial of Arcadia, and the names of the characters who left them.
Finally, a reaction from Admiral J-Rock of TRES Corps, upon reading this page:
I had heard that Julia "Menzatti/Arcadia" Uz was no longer with us, but I had no idea that she died... :_( There is only one way I know of to see her off, and it shall be done in proper Aggie tradition:
*J-Rock goes around the back to confer with a few Corps of Cadets members. At length, the sun goes down. After a bit (a bit being 10 PM CST), a squad of Ross Volunteers dressed in white bearing rifles comes marching in at a slow march (usually used for funerals). NO sound can be heard except the cadence of the marchers coming closer until they finally halt. The first rank of seven raises their rifles, and at the squad leader's softly spoken command, fires into the sky. The second and third ranks do the same, and the company lowers their rifles into the armed attention stance. Then, from a high vantage point, obscured by a section of balcony, some buglers blow a slow, mournful version of Taps three times: once to the north, once to the south, and once to the west. The assembled people depart from the area without a sound.*
So long, Julia. You'll both be missed and remembered fondly. Sleep well.
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