Dedicated to the memory of Marcia Maximin
This site is a tribute to Marcia Maximin, who was born in Tower Hamlets on 30th December 1967.
Aggie and Claud have made an heartfelt tribute to their sister & ending with a poignant poem, as below:
To God we belong and to Him we shall return
They say the hardest thing in the world is losing someone that you love with all your heart, with respect of our sister Marcia, every Nano-piece of us. Someone you grew up with and watched grow every day. Someone who showed you how to be, care and love, by the way that they were, cared and loved.
It's the worst thing to ever happen to us. Our sister died suddenly and unexpectedly.
“Don’t worry Ag, I’m OK.”
"Claud, I’ll see you later.”
“Ok Massey, love you, see you later.”
These were the last words we shared with our sister...
There are no words to describe how we are feeling right now, so we will share with you a beautiful memory of Marcia that have given us both some comfort, strength and peace.
Marcia brought me and my brother so much joy. Just imagine being fortunate enough to be surrounded by so much joy and all that evolves from being with someone who puts bringing joy to people lives at the apex of their life. She was our everything and having her was everything to us both.
We were the 3 Musketeers, “One for all and all for one!”. Fiercely loyal to each other and although we enjoyed our own space and place, we celebrated and supported each other's abilities and experiences. Commiserated, consoled and nurtured each other through failures and disappointments, which made us an unstoppable force, especially when we held strong together. Marcia was the enforcer of all of this. The fiercest critic, but chief supporter, the ultimate comforter and consoler.
The one who would know just what to do or say to make you know and believe that everything would be alright.
“You know I’m praying for you Ag.” She would often say to me.
“Pray Ag, just pray..."
"He is your constant faithful provider, comforter and strength.”
I’m praying Massey…
I’m praying...
Can you hear me? Will He hear my prayers? Will me and Claud get through this?
Those years of Marcia being our sister taught us how to care and love unconditionally and so so so much more. Marcia was an amazing person (amazing was her most used word) who selflessly gave so much of her life and love to others, through family, friendships, faith, work and community endeavours. Marcia always took time to let everyone know how much she loved and appreciated them.
She "loved" her family and she revelled in company, being with people, befriending anyone and everyone. She did this effortlessly. I lost count of the times she would infuriate me, notably for being late because she was just; catching up with someone, sending someone a message, taking someone home…. I could go on and on.
She just wanted to make time for others and ensure that the time that she spent with anyone was meaningful and enjoyable.
We have come to an unexpected excruciating stop!
We have to stop and be thankful for our loved ones. Tomorrow is never promised...
Do whatever you can to tell your loved ones right now, that you love them. Spend time with your loved ones. Treat them well. Because, one day, they won't be there anymore. What we’ve truly learned most of all is, to live, care and love every day.
Tell the ones you love, that you love them every day.
"Massey…
Me and Claud love you. We thank you for all the love that you gave us copiously. We will always love you and we know that you gave us both all the love that you could give and you still had love for soooooo many others who in turn loved you.
"Massey…
You created a legacy of love and compassion and you will be forever in our hearts.
"Massey…
May you rest in eternal peace.
We will be OK – We know that YOU will make sure of that!
Aggie and Claud
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P O E M - (Adapted from Rest in peace, Rose 'Billy' Mitchell. by Dorothy Duffy 2020)
OUR SISTER Marcia - IS NOT A STATISTIC
Tomorrow, when the latest Deathomoter of Covid-19 is announced in sonorous tones,
While all the bodies still mount and curl towards, downwards or upwards the middle of the curve
Heaped one atop and alongside the other
My sister will probably, most likely be among those numbers, among the throwaway lines
Among the platitudes, lowered eyes and shielded apologies.
An asymptomatic person with underlying health conditions,
A pitiful way to lay to rest the bare bones of a life.
OUR SISTER Marcia - IS NOT A STATISTIC
Her symptoms and underlying conditions were
Love
Kindness
Belief in the essential goodness of mankind
Uproarious laughter
Forgiveness
Compassion
A storyteller
A survivor
A comforter
A supporter
A force of nature
And so much more
OUR SISTER Marcia - IS NOT A STATISTIC
She died without the soft touch of a loved one's hand
Without the feathered kiss upon her forehead
Without the muted murmur of familiar family voices gathered around her bed,
Without the gentle roar of laughter that comes with memories recalled
Evoked from a time that already seems distant, when we were
connected by the simplicity of touch, of voice, of presence.
OUR SISTER Marcia - IS NOT A STATISTIC
She was a woman who spanned many ages.
A daughter
A sister
A friend
An aunt
A carer
A giver
A supporter
A believer
OUR SISTER Marcia - IS NOT A STATISTIC
And so allegedly, she joins the mounting thousands
THEY ARE NOT STATISTICS ON THE DEATHOMETER OF COVID-19
They are the wives, mothers, children, fathers, sisters, brothers
The layers of all our loved ones
If she could, believe me when I say, she would hold every last one of your loved ones, croon to and comfort them and say - you are loved.
Whilst we who have been left behind mourn deep, keening the loss, the injustice, the rage.
One day we will smile and laugh again, we will remember with joy that, once, we shared a life, we knew joy and survived sadness.
Marcia
You are our sister ........ and we love you!
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