I was thinking of Marla after my sister-in-law told me a story. My nephew goes to a school, where probably 60% of the students are from military families based at Fort Lewis. His teacher assigned them to write a letter to a sevice man in Iraqi. His letter was sent home, and my sister-in-law read it to me. He told the soldier he felt sorry for him and that he wished he could be home with his family. THen he went on to say that his uncle had lost a friend in Iraqi, who died from a bomb as she was counting innocent people killed in Iraqi. I had only told him the story of Marla once, when he asked me how my trip to Chile was. I told him it was good, but that I had lost a good friend during the trip and how she had died. He had remembered that for the last 6 months and included it in his letter to the service man. THat was my little Marla reminder this week, she is still alive in the world even if she is physically gone.