I Only Met Her Twice…

…and neither time in person. I met Marie through the words and eyes of her sister Cathleen…Cat. On those two occasions that Cat spoke of Marie her eyes lit up and she spoke with a voice full of love, wonderment, and joy. She didn’t speak about her for very long, but the message was clear.

Through Cat I met Marie twice and I’ll never forget it. The world as lost a superb journalist and greatly loved sister.

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