Laugh, as we always laughed,
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
  • Born on April 23, 1945 .
  • Passed away on February 9, 2019 .

This website was created to honor the memory of Marj Kennedy who passed away on February 9, 2019 after several years of declining health.  To her brothers, Marj was the central hub for family news and communication and a beloved presence throughout our lives.  To extended family, she was a fun, witty, warm and reliable supporter, organizer and host.  To her colleagues in elementary education, she was a consummate professional, supportive mentor and friend and a lot fun to work with.  And to her many friends, neighbors, and acquaintances, she was approachable, witty, reliable and eminently lovable.  To all who knew her, she was quite  "a character" and her own person to the end.

As you peruse this website, we hope you will experience warm feelings from good memories and perhaps even chuckle a bit as you remember the fun and funny experiences you had with Marj over the years. We encourage you to add here a written tribute, memory or short story about Marj that you would want others to see and appreciate.  You may also upload a photo to add to the picture gallery here.

Please return to this site anytime you want to add new content, check for updated content posted by others or just to remember Marj.   Thanks for coming.

Posted by Jim Kennedy on March 11, 2019
Marj’s Message to Survivors
Words from Henry Scott Holland
Prof. of Divinity, University of Oxford
From a Sermon delivered in May, 1910

Death is nothing at all.  It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.  Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.  Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name.  Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.  Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. 
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.  Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.  There is absolute and unbroken continuity.  What is this death but a negligible accident?  Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? 

I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.  All is well.

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