I have only known Margaret a for less than a year, just since she moved into The Greenbriar accross the hall from me. She was a wonderful neighbor, a gracious lady full of good humor who always had a big smile and the most infectious laugh I have ever heard. She is missed very much.

The last time I saw Margaret she was only a couple of weeks from her passage to a better life. She had on an oxygen mask and was surrounded by St. Mark's clergy, Fr. Danny and Fr. Carey, the Pruitts, Sue Lyon a Lay Eucharistic minister who frequently gave her consecrated bread and wine, myself, and my husband and two people from her assisted living residence. Even though she was struggling for breath, she was her usual convivial self inquiring about the health and well being of everyone else. She was still cracking jokes in her familiar way that put everyone at ease. I was blessed to have known her for 55 of my 60 years. She often referred to me as her adopted daughter. Max when living, was a good friend of my brother and all of us valued our time as members of St. Mark's Episcopal Church. Margaret was not only like a mother to me, she was an inspiration. She symbolized endurance of physical and emotional pain on a level that would crush most people. She just kept on and bounced back from very invasive surgeries in the latter part of her life. I knew this time was different, though. Once when I visited her and we were alone, she was in a semi-conscious state and called out for Max. "Max, son. I know you're here somewhere. I've been looking for you. I need you so bad." I feel sure she caught a glimpse of the "other side" with Max waiting for her. She so wanted to let go of this earthly life. I am certain that she was embraced by the loving spirit of her son and her Maker. Thanks be to God!

I only new mrs carter a couple months but she will reaim in my heart always i loved her laugh and smile .I will miss you.

Margaret was special to us ,too. We met her on several birthday parties at my grandson, Anthony's, house. We always enjoyed our visits. She was a very classy lady with such a sweet spirit. I am sad she is gone from this life but the first thing I thought of was how she is finally with her son again and how joyous that reunion must have been. God Bless the Pruitts and all they did to help her.

We rejoice that today another angel is watching down over us from Heaven and that Margaret is free from worldly pain and suffering. "Granny Margaret" as she liked to be called was devoted to her faith, her church family and her friends... especially those in our little Kingwood neighborhood where I vividly remember her walking her dog, Skipper, and chatting with neighbors. Margaret loved the Pruitts who cared for her in her last years with so much tenderness. Margaret called them her "adopted children.” I will always remember Margaret as an elegantly dressed woman, hardly ever without her jewelry or lipstick. She was smart and funny and one of my favorite stories she would tell was about her youth when she visited her sister in New York City and they went to a jazz club in Harlem. Margaret joined me one evening at a performance at Robinson Center where we saw a tribute to the big band era. She told me her favorite song from that time was Cole Porter’s “Begin the Beguine.” Even now, when I hear that song I think of her. That was also the night I told Margaret that my husband and I were planning to start a family and when I had my son she opened up about Max Jr and shared the pain of her loss but also the pride of a mother’s love—it was clear from Margaret that this is a love that never fades with time. I laugh when I recall her sending Skipper to time out (and he listened too!) when my son would come to visit. Skipper was so excited to see someone his size that he didn’t realize he was scaring the child by jumping all over him. About a week or so ago I took my son, now five, to visit Margaret. Anthony said on the way to the car, “Mom, the next time I see Margaret we will be in heaven.” We could both tell then that Margaret was winding down and that truly she was looking at the calendar of her final days. When Linda called with the news I was sad for a few moments and then remembered Margaret telling us, “I’m ready to go.” I know that she was prepared for death and also for that joyous reunion with her precious Max Jr. How good it must have felt for Margaret to breath freely without assistance and to see and hug Max Jr in Heaven. Our Granny Margaret may be gone from this life but she will always be with us in our hearts and in the stories of our family and we are so blessed to have known her.

Aunt Margeret you will be missed by the people who knew you and by your family.
After all these years you will finally be reunited with your son Max Jr. and your sisters.
God Bless and keep you.
Your nephew, Mike

My thoughts and prayers are with you and know that she will be missed.

My prayers are with Mrs. Carter's family and friends. She was a very special lady and will be deeply missed.

Aunt Margaret was the best and was always laughing. She will be missed.