I have been thinking of Marjorie for the last day and trying to remember more stories about her. We were close in high school and what I remember most is laughing with her. Hard bellyaching, tears rolling down your cheeks laughing. I am not certain what caused that laughter but probably it was things that only teenage girls would laugh about. We had an ongoing "argument" about who Paul Newman really loved (me or Marjorie). We even passed notes during class about this subject. I can't remember the high school teacher who intercepted one of these notes but I remember the befuddled look on his face. We were good students and what were we talking about. We laughed about that. This argument went on through college. But what I remember most about Marjorie is the beautiful letter she wrote me after my brother drowned in 1981. I knew she would write to me. In my memory it seemed to take months but as I reread the letter today, it was only a week. Marjorie and I were 24. Her letter was very personal but basically told me that someday I would stop thinking about my brother constantly, that I would smile and laugh and appreciate life more. Marjorie gave me hope and she was right. I don't think Marjorie ever really knew the tremendous impact she had on my life. And maybe the lives of others that I tried to help with words less eloquent than a 24 year old Marjorie. She was an amazing person and I am happy for anyone whose life she touched.