I met Mary Kaye in 1967, as one of my patients on 7th floor at St Mary's Hospital. When Mary Kaye was in the hospital—her room was always abuzz with friends and family and lots of laughter and happiness, in spite of the fact that her life had been forever changed just four years earlier, when she learned she would never walk again. In those first four years, she came very close to death many times, but I feel God spared her life so she could be an inspiration to others. The ledges of her windows in St Mary's were always full of flowers, cards, stuffed animals, Fannie Mae candy–and food. Her room was the hub of activity. Her mother, Lugenia, has always been right there for her from day one. She made it her life's mission to help Mary Kaye whenever and however she could. Her aunts, uncles and cousins, and all family, and even her classmates, were huge supporters of her throughout her whole life.She had a special gift of acceptance of her situation, and she was often asked to go talk to other patients who had just learned they would never walk again, either. Her doctors knew her testimonial of how to accept paralysis might make a difference in their lives. She was a true example of the cliche—"when life gives you lemons, make lemonade."We became fast friends from the very beginning, and have had so many wonderful times together. Lots of sad times, too, but she was a person who could not go on if she carried all her burdens around each day. She learned how to shake them off, and go on.She wanted to live life to the fullest, and did. Her life consisted of always knowing there could be hospital stays at any moment, so she didn't want to waste one minute of freedom.When she got her first van and learned to drive it in the early '80's, she was like a bird let out of a cage. She now had legs again, and she was out and about as often as she could be. She met Terry Barger during those days, and he has been her constant companion ever since. I wouldn't call their relationship a romantic one–but they loved each other, and each one filled a role for the other to achieve their independence that no one else could've filled. Terry has been very loyal to her, and he will be very lonely without her. I hope that those who know him will remember to help him through this huge change in his life.Several friends and I were talking about Mary Kaye a few months ago, and one of them referred to her relationship with her "best friend, Mary Kaye," and we all laughingly said "we thought WE were her best friend." Mary Kaye WAS a best friend to so very many people. She was non-judgemental and very trustworthy with personal confidences—always interested to know how things turned out if you were having problems. She loved so many people and their families. Her refrigerator was always covered with pictures friends had sent or given to her of their family.Mary Kaye's life was full of much pain and suffering, so many indignities that most of us would've crumbled under if they had happened to us. But she never blamed God for her injury—she knew He was with her through her trials, and I know He lovingly took her to be with him Saturday morning, free and perfect, again. I didn't mean to write such a long message, and could go on and on about Mary Kaye for hours. I will miss her dearly, as I know all her other "best friends" will, too. Just so glad I (and all my family) got to know and love her.