Mourning

It’s with a heavy heart that I write this. Tragedy has struck once more in my little world. A life has been sadly snuffed out.

Margo was one of the first friends I had made at the tiny church I attend in my little swath of the Midwest. She was a teacher at the high school and I had taught on occasion for her as a substitute before I decided to attend church, so she knew me. When she saw me sit in the very back of the church, trying to remain unobtrusive, she sat down beside me so I didn’t worship alone. We struck up a friendship, one that lasted for a decade and a half. We spent time talking at the high school. We spent time talking at church. She gave me rides on occasion when my car broke down. We worked together on a few projects. We may not have been the best of friends, but we always had a kind word for each other when we saw each other, a smile, and often a hug.

I regret not getting a hug from her last Sunday, the last time I would be able to say much of anything to her.

She had boundless love for people, especially teachers, even after she retired from the profession. She was in the midst of organizing a school supply drive at our church, helping teachers and school nurses start the new school year off with things like markers, boxes of tissues and lip balm. She was well-known around town as someone who helped anyone who needed it, as well as for her love of walking miles upon miles each day.

Almost every memory I have of her, she exuded love. She cared deeply for her family, her friends, her students, and the community at large. She always seemed to have some sort of boundless energy, emanating from her as light and love and joy and even peace and hope seem to exude from her. She helped out where she could, when she could, in as many ways as she could.

Which is why I felt as though my heart had broken Thursday night when I had heard that she was, in essence, truly gone. Her story, done. Her life reduced to mere life support as her family waits to see how she can help others through the gift of organ donation.

But while she will no longer be writing the chapters of her own life nor continuing her own special brand of magic, her story will persist. It lives on in the memories of those who loved her. It lives on through the gifts she gave to others. It lives on in the love she leaves behind as she passes on into the next realm.

May we all be so ever lucky to have someone like Margo in our lives. May we all strive to be like Margo in the lives of others.

Stay magical, dear friends.

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31 thoughts on “Mourning

  1. Margo’s soul shined the light of Joy, Love, Hope and Peace. The Holy spirit glistening from her. She will be missed, yet in our Sactuary we will feel her spirit forever more. ♥️

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  2. She was a lovely woman who worked hard to put others at ease. Students enjoyed and matched her energy. She did so many things for others. What a generous heart ❤

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  3. She helped me a lot in 10th grade when I took speech class, and I will never forget how helpful she was in making it less terrifying to speak in front of a group of people. May you rest easy Margo, I love you.

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    1. I thought I had answered this last night, dude, and I guess it got lost in the shuffle of the many comments and feelings and everything else in the crazy. She was such a wonderful lady and we all loved her. Big hugs.

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  4. I can barely see through my tears to give you this comment (I grew up in the DoC denomination)…and everything you said is 💯… THANK YOU for your words and for sharing your connection to Margo.

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