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January 14, 2014
I express my sympathy, and empathy, to Jeff and Robin, and the entire Balsai family. Although I did not know Jeff's mother, having read these tributes makes me wish that I had. Rest in the knowledge of the rich and full life lived by this woman, and her many legacies to all she knew.
Sandi Matuschka
January 6, 2014
Here's the personal reflection that grandson Thom offered at Marjorie's services today. I wanted to share it with many friends and family that were not able to attend.

"When I was in college, I happened across a quote from the German poet Karl Friedrich who said that 'a family can develop only with a loving woman at its center." As I began considering what I could possibly say about my grandmother that would evoke the strength and spirit of the woman she was, I realized the truth in those words.
I need only look at the people around me to be reminded of her. I see her intelligence and stoicism reflected in my father, her occasional stubbornness born not of any malice but of a quiet dignity and pride. I see her humor and creativity in my uncle Scott, her unmatched vivacity and the sense of wonder she had for the beauty of the world. I even see shades of her in my mother, who, though not related by blood, shares her kindness and determination, striving to not only meet but to exceed the challenges in life.
And I like to think that there is something of her in me as well. I can recall many days of my youth spent sitting on her lap as she read to me from the myriad books of her collection, fostering within me a desire to keep visiting the fantastic lands that were captured within their pages; a desire that has never diminished in my 24 years. I never thanked her for sharing her love of reading, but I like to think that each time she saw me curled up on the floor of her dining room surrounded by stacks of open picture books, or years later, when I would come to take some of those very books into my classroom to share with my students, she knew. And I hope it made her as proud of me as I was of her.
I can still remember the day she was diagnosed with cancer. I was either young or naive enough that I didn't quite grasp the implications of what it meant, but enough people told me what was going to happen that I , somehow, expected it. A wasting, crushing, sickness that would take away the grandmother I had known- if not physically, at least emotionally. I dreaded it.
It never happened. My grandmother dealt with her cancer the same way she dealt with any other problem; she overcame it with her unending wellspring of fortitude and the love of friends and family. Despite the toll it took on her body, it never broke her spirit and I was amazed and inspired by her example.
Unfortunately, our flesh is never as inviolable as our resolve, and my grandmother finally succumbed to her illness. The day she passed I expected a void, some unflinching hole in my life that she no longer filled, and yet, that too, never manifested. It was not because I did not grieve her. I miss her dearly each and every day, but I know that her presence and influence has shaped my family. I must remember that a 'family can develop only with a loving woman at its center' and that our center will never be truly gone.
January 6, 2014
The Barcousky family will be thinking of Mrs. Balsai and her family in the coming days and weeks. Scott's pictures of her western adventures show how much she enjoyed life.
With sympathy.
January 5, 2014
Sounds like a lovely woman. So sorry for your loss.