by Anna Weihman
My niece Margareta came to visit us and stay for the weekend, while her parents were in Tahoe, when she was three and a half years old. It was the first time we had her for the weekend. When she was younger, we’d love to play, so I know she liked me, but she would cry whenever I would pick her up! Oh well. So one day Uncle Butch was at work, and Margareta and I walked to Ashton park. She was so tired from the walk, that when we got there we both just lay down on the grass and rested. Then she got up and played a little on the swings, and the slide. We started the walk back to the house, and I could tell that she was so sleepy that I carried her most of the way. I told her I was sorry, and we’d be home soon, and we’d have mac and cheese for lunch, and ice cream, and then take a nap. I remember feeling that this was true love, when time stood still, and it felt like the two of you were the only people in the world. I thought, this is a moment and a feeling that has been given to me to always cherish.
So, the next day we drove to the park with Margareta and Butch and my Mom. She played and ran and smiled and played. Then she sat down on the bench next to Butch, and completely mimicked his slouch and look of being tired. On the way home she was throwing her stuffed animal at Butch over and over. So, he decided to throw it back. Then she said “I’m going to put YOU in a timeout!” We all burst out laughing. I laugh every time I think of this. Little one, you will always be a part of me.
Submitted by Anna Weihman in loving memory of her niece, Margareta Kubitz.
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by Maria Kubitz
Ever since Margareta could dress herself at the age of two, she had a very distinct style that was all her own. She was very deliberate about what she wore (or didn’t wear!).
One of her first self-styled trends was to rummage her brother Michael’s drawers and decided that his pajama tops, swim trunks, and soccer socks were the look she was going for. Other times, it was just a ultra-cool artistic combination of her own clothes and accessories.
Many times, less was more, and she chose to wear as little clothes as possible. Naked was preferable at times, but occasionally she liked to accessorize with a skirt or cape.
Costumes were always a favorite of Margareta’s. Sometimes she would create her own combinations, but other times she would just enjoy a costume for what it was.
As she got close to four, her eye for style sharpened and she pushed the boundaries of her creativity. One day, she invented her own take on “the layered look” and put on as many clothes as her little body could wear at one time. Quite an impressive sight in person (she could barely walk and her arms hung like a sumo wrestler)!
Her last trend was her most spectacular. She channeled Michael Jackson, Elton John, and, of course, Margareta. The look defies any attempt at description or commentary. The photos speak for themselves.
Miss you sweet girl!
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Submitted by Maria Kubitz in memory of Margareta Kubitz.
by Maria Kubitz
Dear Margareta,
Seven years ago today, you came into our lives. Unlike all of your brothers, who arrived in some form of chaos, you made a 
graceful entrance. Not too long; not too short. Just right. You were the only one who allowed me the comfort of an epidural. You came with a quiet but powerful presence. You were the daughter I had dreamed of since I was a little girl playing with dolls.
While we will always celebrate your life and the joy it brought us, your birthday has become bittersweet. You are not here to celebrate it with us. You are not here to devour a cake covered with chocolate leaves, blow out candles, or tear through presents with glee.
I am left with a heavy heart and millions of questions. What would you have looked like? I find myself looking at other girls your age with wonder. What clothes would you be into now? What hairstyle? What music would you be listening to? Would you still be doing gymnastics? I know soccer was not your thing. Maybe softball?
You would have started second grade this year. Would you have become the teacher’s pet, or would you drive your teacher crazy instead because you always know how to do things better than anyone else? Would you have friends who were mostly girls, or be friends with boys too since that is who you were used to at home? Would you only have a few close friends, or would you have figured out how to make friends with just about everyone so you could somehow be the queen bee? I know these questions will forever be unanswered.
I am left with my precious memories of you, which bring comfort even on the hardest days. I will do my best to continue to write them down before they are lost over time. Even if I knew in advance how it would all end, I would have never traded a second of having you here with us for those four years. I love you more than words can ever convey.
Love,
Mama
Written by Maria Kubitz in memory of Margareta Kubitz
by Maria Kubitz
One of the traditions we had with our daughter, Margareta, was that she would get a hot chocolate whenever Dad or Mom got coffee at the coffee shop. On occasion, even the “kids” hot chocolate was too hot for her taste. So, one one visit to a local Peet’s Coffee I decided to taste the hot chocolate before giving it to her to make sure it was a cool enough temperature.
Unfortunately, Margareta saw this, and when I handed it to her, she refused, saying she wanted her own. I tried reasoning with her, but apparently a strong-willed three year old is not open to reason and logic. The protest got louder in the crowded shop. Desperate, but unwilling to be bullied by a three year old into buying an unnecessary new cup of hot chocolate, I turned to the barista and quietly asked if she could take this hot chocolate and pour it into a different cup with a different design on it. She smiled and understood immediately. Then, with the same hot chocolate in a new cup, Miss Margareta was satisfied that she had gotten her own “untouched” cup of hot chocolate.
All I can say is THANK GOODNESS that Peet’s has various designs on their cups. Who knows what would have happened if we were at Starbucks!
by Maria Kubitz
Margareta had a huge sweet tooth. Her favorite sweet was chocolate, but any form of sugar would suffice. She inherited the sweet tooth gene from both parents. We don’t keep dessert on hand at home because we don’t have the will power to eat sweets in a controlled, smart-portion size. So, when our family does splurge on dessert or a special treat, it is a big deal.
On a warm summer afternoon, I decided to take the kids to get ice cream at one of our town’s local ice cream parlors. This parlor is the old fashion type: wrought iron chairs around round tables and ice cream served in glass dishes. They also only take cash. After looking at the prices and how much I had on me, I figured I only had enough to buy a scoop for each of her three big brothers and then one for she and I to share. I told her she would have to share an ice cream with mom, to which she indignantly replied, “No!” But when I told her she needed to share or not get any, she sadly gave in.
When the ice cream was served, the wheels in her three-year old mind had been spinning. My little Margareta had figured out that the faster she ate, the more she would get…so she attempted to eat the shared ice cream at light speed. She even tried to block my spoon a few times. I couldn’t help but be amused. But not so amused that I let her eat it all. It was ice cream, after all.
Submitted by Maria Kubitz in memory of Margareta Kubitz.
This website was inspired by the memory of Margareta Sol Kubitz in hopes of helping others work through the pain of grief.