I met Margie when I was 19 years old, living by myself for the first time, and feeling very alone. She lived on the top floor of a house where I had rented a studio on the first floor. Once I met her, I knew I was not alone. From there sprung a beautiful friendship that spanned over 40 years.
She was so special that we chose her to be the godmother of our sons, Mark and Rick. She was also known as "Aunt Margie" to our daughters Alina and Julie. There were many special trips together to the Oregon coast and Mt. Hood.
One of my most memorable occasions with her was when I turned 40. She invited me to lunch at a very exclusive downtown Portland restaurant and hired a singing stripper telegram. It was quite an act! Very entertaining but also a bit embarrassing! I returned the "favor" a year later when she turned 40 by returning to the same restaurant and asking a waiter to throw a pie in her face. All done in great humor.
This is what I remember: Laughter. Margie added so much joy to my life. There was always joy and laughter. Friendship. She would have done anything for me and vice versa. No matter how much time had lapsed since we last saw each other, we would always pick up where we left off. Unconditional love. We accepted each other unconditionally and never judged one another.
She was truly one of God's angels on earth. Our loss is heaven's gain.