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Dinka Pignon
October 17, 2011
Marian had that special something that means everything, like her son Derek who I married and then unmarried, to now be best friends with. Robinsons have always been very kind to me. I used to call Marian "Mom" in my letters to her. I would spend hours writing those letters because I wanted to impress on her, and my English was bad. And she wrote back, on a brownish paper with a letterhead. I loved her letters and I read them many times, enjoying the words and looking beyond -- finding a delicate soul and a gentle, modest heart, shy in its wisdom and lonely in what it knew. I always wanted to somehow amplify the things that adorned her, to reflect them back on her so she can see for herself, and enjoy them, to let her know that I know. We met only once or twice, and I treasure those moments -- just chatting on the balcony and in Andy's backyard -- almost strangers but somehow close -- and I hope she could feel how dear she was to my heart and what she meant to me. I wish I wish I had seen her one more time before she left.
Dear Marian, now that everything is quiet, I know that you can see how all that was, and is, is lovely, like you are.
Nate Hanks
October 13, 2011
I value my times spent with Marian when she came down to Minetto, New York with with "the kids", and my family's visits up to Toronto, and the cottage in northern Ontario to visit our northern cousins/family. Her kindness, thoughtfulness and gentleness along with her understated talents & perceptiveness made her a one of my favorite "Aunt's" (that was how I called her growing up). Marian and my Mother, Ruth Sabine Hanks were very similiar and it did seem they were sisters of sorts. I will keep a focus and open heart towards Marian and her family during this transition.
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