Dignified and heroic to the last, that was the Marie I knew
I was privileged to have known Marie Fleming. Not very well, but enough for her to have left a huge impression.
The last time I met this brave and inspiring woman was in her home near Avoca, Co Wicklow, on October 16, a crisp, bright, autumn day. Marie was propped up in a wheelchair in her living room, facing out on to her beautiful garden. Before her devastating illness left her unable to move, she spent hours in that garden, tending to the plants, listening to the birds, and soaking up the stunning surrounds.
The day I visited, Marie had just recovered from another bad chest infection, but she was in good spirits and up for the chat. It was difficult to sit and see how multiple sclerosis had ravaged this intelligent, attractive, former university lecturer.