In Remembrance of Marie Loree (Bowen) Hagler
December 9, 1931- June 28, 2008
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My mom, Marie Hagler, passed away early on Saturday, June 28, 2008. Mom had 9 children, numerous grandchildren (plus their spouses, all of whom Mom considered her children), and several great-grandchildren (with more on the way!), in addition to her surviving brothers and their families.

I am posting this website as a remembrance of her life. Visitors are encouraged to comment, write a memory or a tribute in the Guest Book.

My mom was not much of a traveler. I think that I take after her, in that I am essentially a homebody  (though Michael has changed that for me - I have done quite a bit of traveling since 2001). So, it was with a bit of surprise when she told me a few years ago that she was going on an Alaskan cruise with my Aunt Marilyn (whom she called her "Sissy Marilyn" in one letter). That was her trip of a lifetime, and I am so happy that she went, and grateful to Marilyn for making it happen. Click
HERE for the message on the postcard that Mom sent to us from Juno, Alaska.

In 1995, I visited Mom and the folks in Garberville for a week. There I saw her at her best, at her home on Pine Lane. The world - her life in Garberville - was her oyster. Her brother and  family, sons, and two of her grandchildren were there for her. She also had her autonomy. She walked to Sentry Market with her little shopping cart, to the library, and laundry. She had a part-time job, friends, and her meetings, which kept her busy. She loved to read, do crossword puzzles, and laugh. Her family was her world.  She had photos and drawings from her children and grandchildren all over her home.  Her cats were loved, and given free reign.

She kept saying how happy she was, and that she had everything she needed.    It doesn't matter that at that time, she and I argued furiously over the O.J. Simpson trial (I thought that he was guilty, and she thought he was innocent).
For Mom anyway, I'd like to grab that bit of time, and keep it there, always.