The Kind of Person You Never Forget
She walked into every room the same way — with love, with curiosity, and with the kind of presence that made people feel like they’d been waited for. It didn’t matter if you were a stranger or someone she’d known for decades. You felt it. She was the connective tissue of every circle she touched, the one who remembered, who checked in, who showed up. She thrived in chaos and made it look like calm. She grieved with you, celebrated with you, and somewhere in between, made you feel like you were never alone in it. That was Marsha.
The Yellow Rose
Friends first.
The yellow rose is a symbol of friendship. She always urged us to bring yellow roses — not red — to anyone we were dating. She wanted us to have a friend before a life partner. After she passed, the yellow rose became something personal between us. A symbol. A reminder. A standard. We named this brand after her because we’re building something she would have loved — a place where people feel the way they felt around her.
A Writer at Heart
“I am first and foremost a mother. My children define me — not by what they do, but when they think for themselves, come into their faith or simply say ‘I love you mom.’
I am a daughter. Family defines me — not necessarily by birth, but by the heritage I embrace with such pride.
I am a friend. My friendships define me — not because they chose to share life with me, but because the character they exude reflects my uncanny ability to surround myself with exceptional friends.”