We spoke from June 16th to June 25th, as I tried to follow your progress to recovery. Not knowing that it was not progress. It was final. No time to say goodbye. Yet in that time you found it in your heart to ask about my Sister Ruth. You have always been a woman of concern; even while on ventilation you asked, “How was the funeral? How are you feeling?”. Then you left without saying goodbye. The memories of the past will never be forgotten. We raised our children together. You never forgot your Godson, Lusiane’s birthday. While laying in the hospital, Marcia, you asked Eunese to send me “small thing” so I could “turn around” while organizing my sister’s funeral. Your heart was so big, you were always concerned about others, yet you left without saying goodbye. Only if I had known, I don’t know what I would have done, but at least it would not have hit me the way it did. Marcia, you are always in my prayers, may you rest in peace. The memories will never be forgotten. You will always be my best friend even in death, and when we will see each other on that great getting up morning. Rest in perpetual peace… ehh mehn Marcia -your best friend Loris-