


Martha
(Marsi) Scherer
We knew Martha as Marsi. We knew her as the soul of our community on the
internet.
This community consists of people from all walks of
life, people eking out a living on disability checks, professionals in medical
offices and college campuses, college students and young children, people
working at McDonald's and in their homes. We hail from all over the U.S.A.,
Canada, and the U.K. and from as far away as Namibia, South Africa, Brazil, and
Australia. Marsi was active within our midst in the depression forums as well
as the fibromyalgia forums.

Marsi
came to each of us with respect and compassion.
Time and time again, our members have spoken of
her as the first to greet them upon their
initial visit to our message board or chat room.
Her greetings drew us out, made us comfortable
to talk, to share our problems, to seek for
comfort, help, or solace. Even when we knew
Marsi was hurting and dealing herself with this
beast of depression, she would shrug off that
cloak and hasten to the side of a new arrival.
Her ability to listen and her patience, to hear
the outpourings of a heart in pain, was
phenomenal. Her posts to the board and comments
in chat were unfailingly positive and
supportive. Some of us are not well-spoken. Some
of us lash out at others at times in our
despair. Yet Marsi looked past our imperfections
and endeavored to help us heal. At times, some
of us hurt so much and so deeply that we needed
extended time to talk things out, sometimes we
needed to be talked away from the brink of
self-destruction. We don't know where Marsi
found that time, but she was there so often that
we still expect her there. Some of our friends
in Australia mentioned her willingness to come
to them at the odd times that the difference in
time zones presented. She would get up earlier
in the morning to touch bases with her
"Aussie crowd" before her shower. We
will always remember her consistency and
fairness, her persistence to help.

Her
great intelligence, the fount of knowledge and
wisdom she shared with us was unstinting. People
with questions about medicines and therapy knew
quickly to come to Marsi for direction to
appropriate resources. Her wisdom manifested
itself so often as she drove to the heart of a
budding controversy or conflict and chose just
the right words, just the right strategy, for
resolution. She seemed to know exactly when to
speak softly, and exactly when we needed to be
scolded.
But
we also knew Marsi as our partner in fun. During
our online parties, pun sessions, joking times,
we always seemed to find Marsi in our midst,
giving as well as taking. She reveled in a good
joke, whether it was at her expense or whether
she was the initiator. Fuzzy navels and patent
leather shoes. At times we'd open our email in
the morning and find a gem from her. How many
office coffee breaks were enriched by those
emails being printed out and distributed is
beyond our knowledge.
Marsi
shared with us her creativity and love of the
arts. She shared with us some of her poetry and
writing on our Personal Expression Board. She
spoke often of her love of dancing and music.
She encouraged us to find beauty in our lives.
She modeled that beauty in her very being.

Marsi's
entire life and actions affirmed life. She loved
it, she preached it, she lived it. She helped us
to relearn to love and live life, too.
But
we also knew of Marsi's demons. She hid from
most of us the depths to which this disease took
her. But we knew from the very fact that she was
within our midst that she was one of us. She
shared with a few of us those depths, making us
marvel all the more at the compassion and energy
to help that she exhibited to one and all. She
sought help and solace here, but not nearly as
often as she offered it. She sought it all too
infrequently.

Marsi's
death has had a profound impact upon our
community. We share your grief, your sense of
loss. That loss is no less nor greater in
cyberspace; it is merely different. One thread
has arisen from our outpourings and tributes to
Marsi -- that we shall celebrate and seek to
emulate her spirit of compassion, her reaching
out to all despite their imperfections, her
wisdom, her life. One member said that in this
past week he has tried to live life with a sense
of softness that he noted in Marsi. Another
woman whom Marsi helped repeatedly has sought
the medical help she desperately needs in order
to live her life. If there is one lesson that we
all need to take from Marsi's death, it is that
we must not be afraid to seek out the help we
need. Marsi's final action has taken on a life
of its own, a thread of consciousness anew that
runs through all of us, that can strengthen us
to live more purposeful, more thoughtful,
gracious and kinder lives.

When
Marsi passed away on April 19, 1999 all of her
friends in SHN got together to post eulogies and
share memories about her. Jim (Roadkill)
wrote the above eulogy. We needed someone
who could go to Marsi's memorial and read it and
Carolyn (Chamomile) volunteered. She had
only found out that Marsi lived very close to
her 4 month before yet she had no hesitation
about representing our group. Another
member of our community (Mike) drove to the
memorial from Louisiana and reported that
Carolyn stood up and did such a great job
. They went back to Marsi's
mom's house and stayed the afternoon
talking and sharing memories about her.

What
many in our group did not know was that Carolyn
was in so much pain physically, and emotionally
with the death of her friend. She had to
drive past Marsi's apartment and see it
empty. She befriended Marsi's mom and
sister helping them in any way she could.
She never mentioned this in chat or in a
post. Only those who knew Carolyn personally
knew the pain she was in. The school
where Marsi worked sent Carolyn things they had
put together about their friend and
college. On each anniversary since then
Carolyn fought so hard to keep herself afloat
emotionally. Now they are together and one
can imagine the endless jokes and love that is
shared much like it was when they went out
walking together.



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