Christine Eber, former MEF President, Las Cruces, New Mexico: 

When I heard that Marilyn had died I felt deep regret that I had never told her how much she meant to me. Although it’s too late for that, I am grateful for this opportunity to say a few things to Marilyn’s spirit that I believe lives on in all who knew her: 
          Marilyn, you were a steadfast friend who helped me in so many ways. When I first met you at a Guatemala Scholars Network meeting in the 1990s I admired how you gathered everyone together and helped us feel that we could do what sometimes felt like the impossible. When I was looking for ways to build fair trade networks for Maya weavers of Chiapas you bought weavings for yourself and friends and helped our fledgling group of volunteers in New Mexico build a solid base of support for the weavers. 
          Just before you died you returned to us many of those textiles to sell to raise money for a weavers’ house in Chenalhó, Chiapas. I received a photo of the completed house the other day and was looking forward to sending it to you in hard copy, as your email server couldn’t receive photos. You were the first person to suggest that I write a life story of my comadre, Margarita, after you met her on a trip to Chiapas. Your critiques of the book in progress helped make it something that Margarita and I could be proud of. 
          I’ll never forget the day in Amherst, Massachusetts in 2012 when you sat me down outside the Amherst Inn where we board members of the Maya Educational Foundation were about to start our annual meeting. You told me that you were resigning as board president and you would like me to take over your position. My heart sank and then fear set in because I didn’t know how I could fill your shoes. I tried my best for the next few years and was always grateful for your counsel during my tenure as board president. Over the years my favorite Christmas card has always been yours. Each december I wait for it expectantly, like I would the visit of a dear friend. When it comes it’s as if you’re there with me, bringing a basket of vegetables from your garden or a book you thought I might like to read. Then when you’re about to leave you give me a big hug which gives me strength and courage to keep fighting the good fight.