Marianne Fellrath was born in SanFrancisco CA on September 15, 1945. She grew up an only child with mom and dad. Earl was an ironworker. The family followed his work building the interstate highway system, massive hydroelectric projects and large buildings all over the west. They settled in Spokane in the mid nineteen fifties and started “Empire Erection Co”. Earl ran the business. Helen ran the office and the home. Marianne grew up. She went to West Valley High and I’ll have to depend on all you Eagles out there to tell us about it. She went to UW in ’63 right after high school. There she met and married Rene, a dental student. Kevin was born in ’65; Monique in ’68. After the divorce, Marianne went back to school and became a social worker. Rene bought a house in the GreenLake district. When he moved to Tonasket WA to set up a dental practice, he sold that house to Marianne. Kevin went to live with his dad. Marianne worked for the King Co Court in “Pre-Trial Release”. She interviewed criminal suspects, investigated their backgrounds, checked their stories and advised judges as to whether or not they should be released on their “personal recognizance". It was difficult work. She endured the harassment that was common when women began working in the criminal justice system. When she interviewed the man who murdered one of Monique’s little friends. That was too much. She left. Yet this job was not all bad. She made some lasting friendships. She met Don & Gail. She met Shirley, and then she met me. We married and I moved into the GreenLake house with Marianne and Monique. After leaving the jail system, Marianne worked at the Ryther Child Center. This is a group home for children removed from their families by the courts. Janice was a member of a team of interviewers who hired Marianne at Ryther. They worked together in teams trying to bring some normality to the kids. At that time (and maybe still), U of W offered free credits to its employees. So she left Ryther, worked in the dean’s office in the School of Education and took classes till she had a free masters degree. Then it was my turn. I quit my job as a marine carpenter, gave up my illustration business, and Marianne put me through school. She sold furniture at Penney’s, edited a medical journal whose name escapes me and worked at the Homeowner’s club. Then she, with her MSW and I with my MArch, moved to Oahu. She was home. She loved everything about Hawaii. even the music. We lived in a 10th floor apartment in Makiki. Did I tell you how easily she made friends? She made friends with Patsy, a real estate agent on the windward side of the island. Patsy had an expensive house that wasn’t moving. The real estate market was slow because the Japanese stock market tanked. (It was the early 90s.) In exchange for letting prospective buyers in, to view the house, and a ridiculously low rent, we lived on the beach. We met Dolly and Shred. She worked as a case manager for “Parents & Children Together”. PACT sent her into homes to provide short-term intensive family therapy. She had a client load of two families at a time. She was on 24 hour call. When her pager wasn’t interrupting us, we were together in paradise. Eventually the glut of expensive Japanese homes affected the job market for architects. While vacationing in California, I picked up work in SanFrancisco. Our island dream was over. It took a while for Marianne to warm up to Oakland. She worked as a case manager for the Regional Center of the East Bay. Regional centers disburse state funds and procure services for people with disabilities. It started out fine, then as state funds dried up, it went downhill. But bad jobs make good friends. We met Andy&Melinda, Susan&Ilene, Richard, Cindy, Tom&Tristen, Anthony&Ella, Laurel, Chris, Elizabeth, Rene. We met Jeannie, Krikor&Caline and all those other people whose names I really should remember. Marianne moved to the city of Oakland MSSP. She was a case manager. This time the clients were the frail elderly. MSSP found whatever services were necessary to keep them in their homes and out of public housing. At last, she found an agency that was immune to the economy. It actually saved the state’s money. There she met Ted&Louise, Dick&Carol, Brandon&Dean. We floated on the housing bubble. Our equity and our dual incomes sent us all around Italy, to Paris, to Barcelona, to London, Bath, Oxford and Cambridge to Puerto Rico and Guadeloupe. We remodeled the house. In 2009 it crashed. After 15 years, Rachel had to let me go. We couldn’t afford our lives. We sold the house. I moved back to Washington. Marianne worked till retirement and joined me. We settled in Redmond at “Trilogy” an affordable retirement community. I remodeled. I spent too much but it wasn’t enough. It was too far away. It was too artificial. It was too uniform. There was a club for every interest, but no community. The streets were empty. It seemed like a smart choice but we didn’t belong. We joined the travel club for a last fling in Turkey. We sold at a loss and moved to the Broadview district of Seattle. She loved it. I love it. We met DW&Reba, Sandy&MaryBeth, Brian, and Jan and Ellen. We were home again. Two months later, cancer; eight months more and she’s gone. She died at home in Seattle on April 19, 2014. Through it all, her faith sustained her. She was born into a “new age “ church, but converted as an adult to Roman Catholicism. It was the people that mattered most to her. FrRaymond, Gil&Pitusa, Gael, Michael&Maura, our new friend Dave & old friend Carolyn. Thanks to all of you who helped in her last days. To Kevin&Ellen, Monique, Don&Gail, Ilene, Louise, Sandy, Tristen, Janice, Pitusa, Brian, and extraspecially Melinda. Thanks to everyone who would have helped if I could have figured out what else could be done. I know Marianne will put in a good word for you all.