I remember Marci particularliy when we were children. We played, ran, hid, swam and talked, talked, talked from Queens NY, to West Chester to Philadelphia. We rode horses, danced and talked about boys when we were teenagers. Marcie was artistic and painted me the most beautiful tee shirt, with a unicorn and a bright green shirt with beautiful designs. I wore that shirt until it was almost shreds. The buttons no longer fit snugly in the holes and the sleeves were tattered, somewher along the way I lost track of that shirt. It was a treasure. like Marci. She was kind like that, she liked to do things for people.SHe also showed her kindness and love throguh the way she was with animals. She adored her pets and any one else's pet that she came in contact with. Her kindness always shone through, no matter what adversity she endured. I will miss my cousin always, once I get used to the idea that she is really gone............

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.