I hope you don’t mind if I try to reflect a little of the essence of who Maggie was to me 

  Born on Christmas day and narrowly avoiding being called Noelle, my sister (Maggie) was one of those people who made an impression when you met her and she was often viewed as some sort of mystic earth mother by those around her.
I used to tease her and call her a witch, a suggestion reinforced by her long wild flailing hair and expansive mannerisms which might present a good case for suspecting she was in possession of certain non-standard transportation options… Of course any such suggestions from me were met with threats of appropriate spells being cast…

As a teenager she introduced my parents to the Osmonds first (Crazy Horses) and then Jonny Rotten (God Save the Queen) which was not exactly viewed as appropriate by my parents !

I was always her ‘little brother’ even after I eventually (took 17 years)  grew taller than her…

 In life she was always unconventional but absolutely dedicated to caring for those others found very hard to. While I was (in theory) smart she was kind… and formidable…

Her life’s work was to care for severely mentally disabled adults something which requires a special type of character and attitude, one which I could only admire. I have over the years through my sister’s work found myself in such settings, one of which opened and was run by my sister and her colleagues as a special home.  
The residents although fully grown adults often had toddler age mental abilities which could have challenging consequences which might terrify most people but never phased her whatsoever. It is no doubt a weakness in my own character but I could never understand how anyone could be that dedicated to someone else’s well-being.

 My sister a devoted loving mother was, it goes without saying, very proud of her two sons Mark and Rian within whom her spirit lives on.

She died doing what she loved, looking after her people…

We will dearly miss you...