This one is for you, Margay Edwards

October 7, 2014


I envied you.

You were beautiful throughout our pubescent awkwardness. Effortlessly graceful on the basketball court and at the after parties with boys.

I was drawn to you.

You had this enigmatic energy that captured a room, daring anyone not to smile. You enchanted everyone lucky to be near enough to fall under your spell.

I admired you.

Despite your obvious success and unbridled potential, you were humble, kind and grateful. And you always made us laugh.

I supported you.

No matter where life took either of us, I always wished you the best. I always knew you possessed greatness, everyone did.

I missed you.

Work kept me far from home, and pursuing dreams occupied my mind. When it drifted back to home, though, fond memories of our youth poured in.

I hugged you.

The last time I saw you, I was with my mom, and you were lovely, as usual. We were both so glad to have run into you, and hoped to absorb some of your radiant energy.

I wept for you.

Like a baby. When I heard they’d found you out in the desert, a victim of a horrific tragedy, I cried. You’re too good, for that, I said.

I defended you.

A national news outlet covered your passing using the hashtag #bodyindesert. You deserve better than that, more honor. I did the only thing I could, asserting my feeble digital power to influence.

I fought for you.

I loyally reminded this reporter what a beautiful soul you were and they ignorantly lacked tact. They changed the hashtag. It’s the least I could do, m’dear.

I will always think of you.

The life you will no longer get to live. I thank you for touching mine. You are, and will always be, a star, and I am better for knowing you.

There is a belief in some cultures that we die three deaths: when the last breath escapes our lungs, when we are lowered into the ground, and when the last person that can tell our stories has passed.

We will honor you.

We will tell your story. We will tell it so that generations to come will know of your enviable beauty, your admirable grace and brilliant smile.

Morro Bay High School Varsity Basketball 2002

Morro Bay High School Varsity Basketball 2002



  1. DJ says:

    You have truly shown honor and love to your friend with this. Bless you.

  2. Pelican1 says:

    In the chilly hours and minutes
    Of uncertainty, we want to be
    In the warm hold of your loving mind

    To feel you all around us
    And to take your hand along the sand
    Ah, but we may as well try and catch the wind

    When sundown pales the sky
    We want to hide a while behind your smile
    And everywhere we’d look your eyes we’d find

    For us to love you now
    Would be the sweetest thing ‘twould make us sing
    Ah, but we may as well try and catch the wind

    When rain has hung the leaves with tears
    We want you near to kill our fears
    To help us to leave all our blues behind

    For standin’ in your heart
    Is where we want to be and long to be
    Ah, but we may as well try and catch the wind

    Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

  3. fishing village says:

    Your words are Sweet, sensitive and made me cry.
    I didn’t know this young woman but wish I had
    such a short life, but gave so much.
    my heart is broken for her family and friends,
    let’s think good thoughts
    remember to be careful
    be cautious all of you pretty young women out there
    don’t be trusting of everyone
    protect yourselves
    be safe!

  4. whatdouno says:

    What a beautiful gift to have given in rememberence of Margay. Brought tears to my eyes and then some. I am sure her family will appreciate your kind words and the sentiments expressed. I venture to say you are as lovely as she is and have no need to envy. God bless you and comfort you.

  5. dogeatdog says:

    That was beautiful, the world is missing a shining start with you no longer here among us.

  6. pasoparent5 says:

    Such a lovely eulogy, Ms. Peterson. Sincere condolences to you.

  7. MikeB says:

    A beautiful tribute which tugs at the heartstrings of friendship.

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