Marci Claire Baak

Marci came into my life 20 years ago with her precious Zoe who was 2 years old. Her greatest loves are her 3 children. My heart breaks for each of you that she will no longer share this life with you. Marci lived her life with great passion and she met her struggles head on to overcome them. I loved her dearly and so many of us will miss her. Marci you will be in my heart always.

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Sleep peacefully beautiful ❤️ soul.Gone way to soon .

Marci was the medical provider for many of us at our assisted living facility. She was much loved for her exceptional skills, honesty, kindness , boundless intellect and occasional challenge of the status quo. Her beauty was breathtaking and so stylish. She was absolutely unique and fearless. It was an honor to know her and I will miss her forever.

I wish you peace Marci. And Grace.

Gecontroleerd en heel veel sterkte namens Olga en tante Stien en janwillem.offenberg

How we Survive - Mark Rickerby If we are fortunate, we are given a warning. If not, there is only the sudden horror, the wrench of being torn apart; of being reminded that nothing is permanent, not even the ones we love, the ones our lives revolve around. Life is a fragile affair. We are all dancing on the edge of a precipice, a dizzying cliff so high we can't see the bottom. One by one, we lose those we love most into the dark ravine. So we must cherish them without reservation. Now. Today. This minute. We will lose them or they will lose us someday. This is certain. There is no time for bickering. And their loss will leave a great pit in our hearts; a pit we struggle to avoid during the day and fall into at night. Some, unable to accept this loss, unable to determine the worth of life without them, jump into that black pit spiritually or physically, hoping to find them there. And some survive the shock, the denial, the horror, the bargaining, the barren, empty aching, the unanswered prayers, the sleepless nights when their breath is crushed under the weight of silence and all that it means. Somehow, some survive all that and, like a flower opening after a storm, they slowly begin to remember the one they lost in a different way... The laughter, the irrepressible spirit, the generous heart, the way their smile made them feel, the encouragement they gave even as their own dreams were dying. And in time, they fill the pit with other memories the only memories that really matter. We will still cry. We will always cry. But with loving reflection more than hopeless longing. And that is how we survive. That is how the story should end. That is how they would want it to be.

.... And, as I flew out of Salt Lake City Utah and back to Cambridge Massachusetts, I looked out the window of the plane. Taken aback, yet again, by the beauty of Salt Lake City, I took a photo and I remember wondering if this would end up being the last time I saw you in real life and got to hold you and love you in real time. And do you know what I have realised, as I have gone back over our photos Marci? It was. It was the last time. See, you just never know when the last time is going to be. So, always, always, make it count... I cannot believe this. Zoe, Rowan and Willy, I am always here for you, even though it seems I am a world away.

I miss you so much and I love you, my Marsupial. The world is lesser place without you in it. Love from your Auntie Roo.

My thoughts and prayers are with you kids. I am so sorry for your loss. Marci is my cousin and I uploaded a picture of when we were Young kids dancing at Disneyland. Your mom was a dear sweet soul and I always loved seeing photos of you kids on FB along with her adventures. I send you hugs and if you ever want to reach out to this side of the family you all will be welcomed. Hugs