Marcine. My best friends mom. Lived her life in the tiny town of Forgan in the Oklahoma Panhandle. It's a tough place to live, and subsequently breeds the toughest, and in many cases nicest, people you will meet. I met her son my sophomore year of college and we've been friends for the last 20 odd years. Every now and then, we'd go to Forgan for a weekend and Marcine was always there to feed us and let us crash on the floor of her tiny house. She never gave us any shit for coming home late or in the back of a cop car either. She had Shane later in life and was a senior citizen while we were in college, but she always got around great and came down to Stillwater to see us several times. She lived the last several years with Shane and her grandkids in College Station and it was always good to visit and see her. She took people as they were and was friendly to everyone. Although she lived a long and good life, and her leaving is the end of her signifigant pain, there are several big, tough, guys that are really sad right now.
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