My friend Marcia is sassy… takes no prisoners… tells it like it is — but with wit… is stylish and fastidious… is beautiful inside and out… loves a good laugh and a good margarita…
and is hands down the most courageous, strong, and stubborn person I know.
I love her, I miss her, and the world will be a less colorful place when she leaves it. And I have been crying all day, because it may be very soon.
Marcia passed away the night of July 12, 2009 with friends around her. From 3,000 miles away, I wish I could have been there with her.
Knowing Marcia was a hoot and a privilege. I first knew her as a good-natured co-worker; after years of her struggle I knew her as perhaps the strongest, most incredible person I have ever met.