(As read by David Brown)
This past Christmas day, a day reserved for joy, our AWG lost a dear friend, Marcy Gentermann. She was 55. Much too soon.
I met Marcy five years ago, on a sunny September Friday evening at a party for the Guild's Annual Conference guest speakers. Within minutes I knew she was special. Her energy, optimism, want to contribute, leadership, and sense of humor, I could see, shone through like her smile. This was a woman I wanted to know. And over the years my wish came true.
I learned that Marcy was a loving wife, mother, dog owner & dog lover, high school gun club coach, and extremely proficient at our most common bond, the literary world. Regarding the gun club deal, well, I kinda figured it would be best to stay on her good side.
Over the years we've attended several literary events together and she was good enough to offer some criticism on my writing. Her greatest contribution was her encouragement...and her friendship.
Regarding our Guild, Marcy brought her knowledge, contagious energy, good intentions, and goodwill everytime. By the way, at that conference party 5 years ago, Marcy quietly picked up the tab.
And now she's passed. In some philosophical and theological realms, death is looked upon with sadness, as well as celebration. The thinking is that Marcy has moved on to a greater world. For me, I celebrate the fact that I've known this sweetheart and dear friend, yet I'm overwhelmed by sadness. Thanks Marcy. You'll always be special. Amen.