Marilyn Nault Russell

The world is definitely quiet without the sound of Marilyn's laughter. Our loss, but heaven's gain. We'll all miss you!!!

An Irish poem in memory of cousin Marilyn:
The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes something beautiful remains.

A toast and thanks to the good memories that Marilyn has left us with to remember her. She was a gift and grace to her loved ones.

Rest well my dear cousin. When it is my time to cross the bridge be there to greet me with Grandpa and Grandma. We shall share a good joke and laugh like the old days. You were and still are, dearly loved. Blessings always.... Nancy