My Aunt Marge is how I always referred to her. I adored her all my life. She was always the most kind, thoughtful, contemplative, person in my life. Aunt Marge was contemplative not so much in terms of deep thinking but more like in a calming way of thinking and thinking things through. I always felt the love she had inside her towards me and soon recognized how it was there for everyone she knew. She was so very giving and always looked out for the well being of others first. My Aunt Marge was in my life for as long as I can remember. I spent many years going to see Grandma and Grandpa Curtis with Aunt Marge, Uncle John, Curt, and Connie. Whenever I referred to the Powell family, that is how I identified them. My Aunt Marge first. I have too many wonderful memories to share and I'd be here forever trying to describe them in detail. I will never forget though a time, one of my first memories of My Aunt Marge, when she was not feeling well. She had a cold or something, and we were in Jefferson City at Grandma and Grandpa Curtis's house on Booneville Road. Aunt Marge was on the couch resting trying to feel better, and I would not leave her side. I felt so strongly about her, like a mom I guess, but in a larger than life sense. I loved her so very much. I just could not leave her there by herself not feeling well. My Aunt Marge... The adults in my life taught me tons of course, but what I learned most from her was how to be kind and caring. She was a master of caring and kindness. I have missed My Aunt Marge for some time now, but this, the end of a wonderful precious life of an amazing person who had such a profound impact on me, is hard, and having to say goodbye is very, very, very difficult for me. You lived such an complete and full life and made life better for all who knew you. Thank you. I love you Aunt Marge and always will. Now you can Rest in Peace.
Tom E. Curtis