Julia Child died in her sleep yesterday, three days before turning 92. I never got the chance to meet her in person, but she is a part of who I am. I remember being 9 years old, sitting on the floor of our spare room, watching our old Philco black-and-white TV, trying to see through the grainy UHF reception as Julia made crepes on her original show. I own every one of her books. I've prepared literally thousands of meals from her recipies. She was by far one of the most influential people in my life, both as an inspiration for my cooking avocation and for her philosophy of life, her humor and her wonderful writing style.