I met Marcus, and the boys,in March 2002, at Walter Reid Medical Center, when our sons had been diagnosed with Cancer. Both of our family's were transferred to San Antonio, for further treatment for our sons, and we became fast and firm friends, and confidantes, as we navigated keeping our sons alive. When I lost my son. Marcus held me, and cried with me, he was my one of the people who got me through it.
Shortly after my sons death, I had to have major leg reconstruction. My husband, would not help me during physical therapy, but Marcus did. He came to my appointments, and encouraged me to learn to walk again. He intimidated the therapists because of his rank...funny because he was such a gentle man. He would sit so I could rest my back against his when going through the routines. At times I would snap at him, when he would try to encourage me when I would be crying, from some movement or another. The therapists would look at me in shock because of doing so. Marcus would just laugh at me.
Once, when I was still in a wheelchair, my husband and I were at Sam's club, and Marcus and the boys were there also. My now ex-husband, got angry at me and left me there with my little girl who was 4. Marcus pushed me through the store and helped me with my purchases, pushed my wheelchair to his car, and took us home, even helping with getting the groceries put away. He was that way, he never failed to help someone.
As time went on, and I divorced, we got closer, and even talked of a possible life together... that did not happen, but we always stayed close, even when miles and time separated us. My daughter called the boys her "other brothers."
Marcus was the kindest, most giving, loving, and caring men I have ever met, and the best father I have ever seen. His dedication to his sons was inspiring. We talked a couple of times over the last two weeks, and his kids were still his concern. He loved you all so much.
I remember a man who could light up your soul with his smile, he never failed to make me feel as if I was the only woman in the world when we spent time together. He raised my spirit, nurtured my heart, drove me crazy at times with his idiosyncrasies, and was loved so very deeply.
To all who feel this loss, I am so very sorry. The world has lost one of the greatest men of all time.
Jamal and Akeem, I watched you both grow into men who emulate your father, you were blessed to be raised by him, I am so sorry his time on earth was not long.
To Phillip and Marilyn, losing a child is one of the hardest things to be survived. He loved you both so dearly. I feel blessed to have met both of you, as well as so many of your family. Marilyn, you once asked me why your son could not find a woman to spend his life with. Well, for me, it was not lack of love for him, that was there, it was because I was too afraid after having been in such a horrible marriage.
To Peggy and the cousins. I enjoyed our Sunday meals and movies. You always made me feel like I was a part of the family.
To Rose'... seeing you here in AZ, though seldom, is always a joy. Though we do not talk as often as we should, you are always on my mind. I consider you a true and loving friend.
I pray for everyone suffering this loss.