Maggie O.

Well, I hate that there are two memorials in a row. But it has to happen. Maggie died on Tuesday at 36. She is remembered as a sweet girl - with a kind soul. I knew her as a broken, troubled woman. She had trouble managing life... could not seem to find her place in it. As a grown-up person, she simply did not work. I think she would have made a great cat. I would have loved her antics, admired her beauty, given her the attention she craved, ignored her tantrums as becoming of a cat, and missed her greatly when she passed. Maybe she will come back as a kitten and live that cycle happily.

Maggie had a lot of child-like qualities and would say and do some fairly random things. I am including a message she sent me last April to encourage me in my exercises:

I SO admire your tenacity w/ the Rec Center. That's HARD to keep going back DAY after DAY. Well, for ME it is. When I was little, going to swim practice and track was like that. The Rec Center I just got obsessive about, 'cause school was going so shittily and I couldn't do very well. But even when I TRIED to be obsessive about the Rec Center, I couldn't maintain it! I failed as a what-do-you call it? Which one, oh, anorexic? But I ate too much for it to count anyway. It was good that I moved away from there. Very glad! (I was living near there...Laville)...moved to Embassy. I was just bored and ended up going there all the time. Actually, when I was at Embassy, I still worked there, as a lifeguard, but I guess I had THAT to do instead, instead of focusing on whatever. Weird, that. I get miserable when I'm bored.

SO glad to be working again!
YOU have a GREAT, great day!

Sorry for rambling! xo
Hope Friday goes fast and easily! And no annoying people! Fast forward them! Hope I don't have any really shitty diapers! Eww! They smell REALLY bad! Gross!

With that thought! BYE!

At the time she was working at a child care center, taking care of babies. That was what she seemed good at - giving both the elderly and children her attention. Unfortunately, employment requires working with adults and adjusting to the real world. She rambled... her brain would just take her places and she lacked a filter to distinguish what made sense to include in conversations and what did not. Maggie spent last Christmas with us... she was very sad, remembering her brother (who had committed suicide several years prior), and feeling the need to figure herself out but lacking the ability to do so effectively. Maggie required a lot of attention. I sincerely hope she finds peace and happiness in the next life. I don't think she had it in this one.

Maggie's brain betrayed her... by not functioning right and then finally killing her with a massive seizure. My next high maintenance cat will be named in honor - out of sincere love and in her memory.