Margie

Margie was a very special and unique member of our family… she was a wife, mother, aunt, sister, sister-in-law, volunteer, family member and friend — but, she was much more than that. She raised six children while living a full life being an active member of her church and community.
I was never around her for extended periods of time, but it seems she always had her “act together.” I guess with six kids and a husband to manage, it was necessary, but she was one of the most patient people I’ve ever known. I never saw her flustered or upset. She was always able and willing to help people. She volunteered in the community theater and was active in her mission group.
To say she had a difficult life, in more ways than one, would be a colossal understatement. She survived so much that would have caused most us to just give up. Not only didn’t she not give up, she weathered it like it was nothing and kept her sense of humor.

I was fortunate to have spent some time with her during the past couple of years in not necessarily one-to-one conversations, but at least small groups and each time I was around her I was more impressed with her humor, stories, perception of the world and her realistic, positive outlook on life. I consider her a role model for living life in the face of adversity.

I’ve heard life described like an hourglass… as time moves forward, the sands fall through the hourglass. Each grain that falls through is another moment that we have with our loved ones. When the last grain falls through, it’s empty, but we can turn the hourglass over and start the process all over again.
Unfortunately, when we lose a loved one, there is no more turning of the glass. All we can do is cherish the time that we did have with them. When people we love are taken from us, the way we have them live on is to never stop loving them.
God, as He always does, knew what He was doing when He took Margie to live with Him — He’s got himself a mighty fine angel.
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