12/01/2025
Today, a bright and joyful presence left this earth and started a new grief journey for me. Marilyn Stevens — a fellow Los Alamosian/New Mexican, family friend, a member of the church I grew up in, an eventual colleague, and an all-around cheerleader — has been woven into my journey for years. Even before I knew I was meant to so grief work, she somehow did.
When I was losing friends to su***de in high school and felt called to take action, I helped found (and later served as President of) the Yellow Ribbon Su***de Prevention and Awareness Club at our high school . With faculty support from Tom Steward, we created a su***de-loss support group — one I wrote the curriculum for as a teenager — and hosted community awareness events-often in memory of my friend Owen Miller.
Marilyn, ever the champion and lifelong learner, showed up with enthusiasm every step of the way. She was always eager to understand more, to help more, and to support the events we put into the world. This newspaper clipping from 2002, taken from a letter she wrote to our local paper about one of those events, means even more to me now that I’ve fully stepped into this work as an adult.
Thank you, Marilyn, for your steady support, your curiosity, and your cheerful spirit. You made a difference — and I will carry that with me. (Picture taken of us in 2007.)