My Dear Friend Marcy

I've known Marcy since I was five years old. I'm 45 now. When I went to first grade I met a sweet girl who could print neater than the teacher. I've been in awe of her so many times since. Her keen memory of detail, and her precision to recollect dates and times of certain conversations... she was amazing. We really got close in our highschool years, and into our college years as we both bloomed into young women who were discovering our independence and testing this new and exciting world before us. But we also learned that we needed to share our letdowns of life since life had a way of reminding us that it wasn't always fair. After our college days we became physically distant in our residence locations, but we kept in touch and then had the privilege of re-connecting when we found ourselves only living about 5 miles apart in southern California. We ironically were both going through broken engagements and our friendship bonded to a new level. At least it was then when I truly realized how blessed I was to have this true friend. I have been wanting to share on this website for awhile now, but I struggled with which memories I wanted to share. But as each new story of Marcy appeared, I really felt that each person was telling a part of my story. Marcy was the same wonderful friend to me as to everyone else she met. From her wild crazy side, to her sensitive, generous, and attentive side. It is so awesome that in my mourning for her, I am able to feel completely understood because those of us she has touched, has affected us deeply, and we share that bond of having known her and being affected by her. This, I find, is a precious gift. I want to thank everyone responsible for this website, and for everyone who has responded. It has been a great healing tool for me during these days before her Memorial. I miss you Marcy. I have no doubt that you are in a much better place now, but we do miss you so much! I like to think that all of your past hopes, desires, and expectations are now being met beyond your wildest dreams. You so deserve it. Misty (Atwell) Galbraith