It's been a year since Marj passed, and I find I think about her frequently and with great fondness. I've got "Marj Quips" commemorative bookmarks stuck in the books I read and a water-color painting of "Coulson Manor" on the wall of my study. By my desk is a wonderfully funny pencil & ink drawing by Dee Kennedy of Marj as our "Ambassador to the Second Grade" driving an old beater car out west to study education on Indian reservations. So I get reminded of her on a more-or-less daily basis. And these are all most welcome and uplifting reminders of a wonderful lady and beloved sister.

Marj’s Message to Survivors
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Words from Henry Scott Holland
Prof. of Divinity, University of Oxford
From a Sermon delivered in May, 1910
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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.