Ma Kay's door was always open. Things haven't been easy for a time now, but she always had a way of making me feel valued and could always make me smile with her humour and antics.
In Shanghai, many a-night when I just needed a friend, I made a beeline from Building 7 to her place in Building 8, in my pajamas, to a warm welcome. She let me root through her cupboards for tea bags to make us cups of comforting chai tea.
On my many rocky trips to TX, she drove to Dallas to meet me. We laughed and cried and she offered many words of wisdom - and even insisted I move to Amarillo. Ma "Baker" was warm, kind, compassionate, loving, full of hope, and - well, she could be downright feisty if ya didn't behave yourself or if ya put up any foolishness. Kay, you are deeply deeply missed by the many who have been blessed enough to have you touch their lives and show them God's love. Mother Hubbard, this is Bo Peep calling - until we meet again, keep the kettle on, and I'll see you before too long. You are tremendously loved and you are already terribly missed. I love you, Mama Kay!
Marcia D'Eon