Sunday, August 2, 2026
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Mary was everyone's number one fan. Whether she knew you personally, knew of you through someone else's stories, or simply followed your life on Instagram, she was genuinely proud of you. She celebrated every dream, every accomplishment, and every step you took toward something you loved.
Growing up, there wasn't an interest or hobby that went unsupported. Between her and Aunt Nancy's Target employee discount, our childhood was filled with Disney DVDs, Harry Potter books, Wiis, dance classes, school supplies—and always times four, because she made sure everything was equal. She gave so freely, never expecting anything in return. That was who Mary was. Her love language was generous, selfless giving.
Losing her feels like losing an angel among us. Her light was a warm, golden presence, and everyone who met her loved her just as deeply as she loved them. The world feels darker without her in it. The only comfort we can find is knowing that her passing became a birthday gift for Babe, our grandfather, and that she is reunited with her sister and so many other family members and friends she missed so dearly.
For me, and for so many others, there is no filling the space she has left in our hearts. We'll miss her accidental Instagram "up top," the fifteen emojis at the beginning and end of every text, the Snoopy prayers and words of encouragement she sent through Instagram DMs, and the constant, comforting presence she was in all of our lives.
Mary's love was felt in a thousand little ways, and it will stay with us for the rest of our lives.
