Cathy Newell
There is and always will be just one Marijo. She laughed hard and loved deeply, gave of herself unselfishly. She never grew tired of talking about her siblings, neices, nephews. Jazzercise classes and conferences were always an adventure with her and she was so proud of the BACK ROW B------. Her words, not mine. She touched my life like no other and I feel so fortunate to have called her friend. I'm just so darn mad she left me too soon. Sam take care of her until I see you guys again. Love you Marijo.