Hello,

Margo was my childhood best friend, next door neighbor and amazing companion. I just discovered she had passed and read all the postings on your memorial page. I have a few stories to add, which may not be appropriate for the web page but I'll bet would be enjoyed by the pastor and others who knew her. Here they are:

I knew Margo from kindergarten through high school, and to me, the essence of her can be described in two words: bold and true.

Here are some of the bold stories: When we were 10 she talked me into riding the equivalent of a skateboard (with her in front) through a construction site, down into an open water main, diving into that round, dark tunnel for what seemed like forever, screaming the entire time. And it stank.

Oh, and the summer we regularly broke into a nearby public school so we could play with the athletic equipment in the gym and practice our acting on the stage. Well, WE knew we were responsible and wouldn't damage anything, so we were convinced it wasn't a sin in the big scheme.

Once we cut our hands and bound them together so that we'd be blood sisters (we had seen a movie about Indians who did this). There was no halfway with Margo.

From what I've read in your memorial comments, that boldness and inner certainty guided her her entire life, yet I suspect that she also struggled. She was too smart not to have. And I'll bet surrender was the key for her. Thank you for keeping her memory alive.

Cecelia (Fortney) Yarnell