Margaret, as I've known her for 45 years, is one of the kindest souls (with a wickedly sharp wit) that the world has seen. I met her before I had my first child while learning to play duplicate bridge in 1980. She was an excellent player and a compassionate competitor. Because of her generosity, my husband Jeremy Hess (who's known her even longer!) and I got to cruise to the Panama Canal. She gave us the bridge equipment we needed to serve as the bridge professionals on the cruise for a nominal daily fee. We'd see her at bridge games but lost touch when we stopped playing in person. Then she and Joe moved to Grand Village and she met and became a close loving friend with my best friend Pattie Williams, who already lived there. And I got to have good times with her again. As if that wasn't synchronici enough, my grandchild and her grandchild got to know each other a couple of summers ago and discovered their grandmothers had known each other since the last millennium! One might think that dropping your body at age 90 is not to be unexpected. But with Margaret it was. I expected her...with all her energy and love and faith...to likely outlast us all! And I want to add that my grandchild Jay is also mourning her passing and wants Joe to know how much she cares.