• My Sister
    Marcy Belton Warren
  • Lifelong Friend
    Tom Steipp
  • Eulogy
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    A Reflection Of Life

     

    Marcy
    My Youngest Sister
    Marcy Belton Warren
    1958-2020

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    Thank you Sandy.

    And thank you David and Travis.

    My name is Steve Belton—and I'm the youngest of Marcy's three brothers.

    I too have great memories of childhood family fun that echo the remarks made by Travis and David—in the pool, the croquet and badminton, playing down by the brook, or in the barn during the summer, and in the winter—sledding, tobogganing, and skating on the frozen parts of the brook, or down at Patton Pond.

    Wanda and I remember Marcy's generosity as a high schooler when we visited as young marrieds in Hamilton—giving up her bedroom so willingly. And we remember the later visits she made with our family through the years—when she would pay such great attention to our kids—and even later still to our grandkids. She added much to all of our lives.

    But in truth some of the most significant times I had with Marcy—and I'm so very grateful that these took place—were later in life, during some introspective times of healing and growth, when she was wrestling with some of the deeper issues of life.

    Marcy with Steve, 2018
    We met in between the Bay Area and Camarillo for lunch from time to time over the course of a few years, and had delightful, and honest, and sometimes painful, heart to heart chats, with tears and laughter and healing for both of us. She was growing—and she taught me much in the process of walking through this with her.

    I am forever grateful for so much when I remember Marcy, but especially that we had those times together.

    My sister Marcy was such a good person.

    She had wit and intellect, and delighted in the company of good people.

    She was a strong and determined soul, and had an indomitable spirit that would not give up.

    She sought that which all of us want—inner peace, a joyful heart, and the warmth of honest companions.

    Marcy with Sandy
    In the end, she found all of that, in herself—and through the friends she gathered around herself—and especially—and brilliantly I might say—in Sandy.

    Sandy, my brother, I love you, and thank you for all that you have been in Marcy's life.

    You were her treasure, and a source of the greatest joy to her. Thank you.

    To Marcy, I love you, I have a deep and abiding respect for you, and I will miss your joy, and the beauty that you brought to life.

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