Dear Readers, A strange thing happened to me last night when I heard Nora Ephron had passed away. I became incredibly melancholy. And sleepless. I wanted to cry. I wanted to say “Why did Leukemia have to take her so young, just as it did my grandfather?” She, only 71; my grandfather, only 63. Why? There are no answers to be had, unfortunately. I am blue today, and I didn’t even know her. But I did know her. I knew her through her amazing works. When people ask me which writers I admire most, Nora Ephron always tops my list. Sometimes I even have the nerve to say, “I want…