Oh, hell. I just saw an obituary for Marian McTrusty. She was only 35, a Children’s Service Librarian at the Cedar Park Library.
I knew Marian just a little. She’d received a small grant last year and used it to bring in local writers to speak to students in a reading group she ran.
I talked to them one Saturday morning that was bright and windy. It was a small group of sweet, interested students who gathered that morning. They asked me questions about my books and I read a few excerpts. Marian sat at the end of the table, nodding and smiling. To her, writers were rock stars. She loved meeting us, she told me.
My friend, Cynthia Leitich-Smith, a well-known young-adult and children’s author, just spoke to this group the day before Marian’s death. She commented on how lively the group was and how everyone clearly adored Marian. Marian: the kind of person who did much more than her job, who went out of her way to encourage a love of reading in the teenagers she met through her work.
Marian McTrusty was one of those people you don’t read about in a world of overnight millionaires and fired CEOs and political sex scandals and pampered heirs and heiresses. She found her calling in life and pursued it with great enthusiasm. With her death, writers and readers alike lost a good friend.