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When Margaret and I were little girls we would put on black leotards and
pile into the passenger seat of my mom's Pont1ac. We never forgot our seat
belts, we would always fasten it around both of our waists and then push the
shoulder strap beh1nd the head rest. Everytime when we arr1ved at Urseula's
Dance Studio, we never left each others side - neither through ballet nor tap
class.
As we became a little older my mother and I moved to Jacksonville, making
Margaret and I havmg to carry on a long distance fr1endship. I distinctly
remember a t1me when my mother and I went back to Lake C1ty to pick up
Margaret, she was gomg to come to J acksonv1lle w1th us for a couple of days.
On our way back to Jacksonville, Margaret was listening to Janet Jackson on
her new portable c.d. player. That was the first time I had heard that c.d.,
however it also marked the beginn1ng of a mature fr1endship.
The aspect I adm1red most about Margaret was her listening ability.
Anytime I had a problem or wanted to share a positive message, she was there
with an open mind and "wide ears". There were many nights when we fell
asleep on the phone together around 4:00 am. She would eventually wake up to
the operator - or I would. Although, she always managed to wake up and hang
up first!
Every time I think of Margaret, I mourn the thought of her not being
around to share in all the wonderful memories that are being made. But, when
I think of her big heart and "wide ears", I am thankful for the time that I
shared with her.
-Tracey Harris

In Loving Memory: Margaret Cabalit 307