I am saddened to learn of the death of Mariah Fulton.
I never met Mariah in person. She and I corresponded only through email messages and one brief phone call. Yet, I felt I knew her from the keepsake story she shared with me two years ago. Mariah crafted a poetic story about her music box and allowed me to publish it in Project Keepsake. Her story begins on page 132.
Prior to publication, I asked Mariah to send me a byline. She described herself as “a retired teacher who cares for rescue animals and travels abroad as often as possible with family and friends. She is careful to maintain ancient friendships, and when her health permits, is active in her writing group. Over the years she has volunteered with several organizations and has enjoyed her association with Metropolitan Ministries since 2008.”
As a tribute to Mariah, I am printing her story, "The Music Box," in its entirety on today's blog. I've loved the story since the first time I read it. I can visualize her communicating with Christopher via her music box—the notes of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" bouncing down the hospital hallway and interrupting the loneliness and isolation of the children's ward.
A special thanks to my friend, Janie Watts Spataro, for encouraging Mariah to write her music box story and share it with me.
And thank you, Mariah, for contributing so much goodness to this world. We will miss your light. —Amber
To read, Mariah Fulton's obituary, click here.