Marsha G. Carter age 67 of Pasco, Wa Born in Wichita, KS December 8th 1953 Died Richland, Wa January 6th 2021 Parents, Frederick Edward Woelk and Mary Catherine Stine Marsha owned her own business and also provided Customer Service at local nursery’s including the Flower Farm, Heritage and most recently Lowes. She retired in 2020. Marsha Lived in the Tri-Cities for the last 64 years. Marsha graduated from Pasco High in 1972. She finished her education at Columbia Basin College with an Associate’s Degree in Botany. Marsha was also a member of the High Valley Country Club in Packwood. Marsha is still known as Kit’s Mom, formerly Dave’s wife. She was also “the plant lady” and Grandma. Everyone she knew called her a friend. Marsha balanced all of these things and maintained her independence. Mules considered her Stubborn, nails considered her tough. She loved music and was a regular wherever there was line-dancing. For a few years she would settle for a place that had a jukebox and poured a decent cranberry. She was a night owl, and the only thing I can think of she didn’t like was an alarm clock. She never spoke kindly of them. Her motherly love extended far beyond her immediate family. Anyone that was in need of comfort Marsha, was able to find the words of encouragement or support. She was gifted in the art of being present. So skilled that most will live a lifetime and never find a better listener. There was an energy around her, sometimes that energy included a handful of M&M’s, a dusting of potting soil and a half full Pepsi. While some might consider her a “pack-rat”, those closest knew that she was sentimental. She somehow always seemed to find herself next to the water. In fact, there is a spot, just down from that tree on the Pasco side that the boat races will forever miss. Her life will be considered short, but she lived all of it. She was always there, wherever she was needed and never missed an invite. As a mother and Grandma, she made every event. She could settle down with a good book, wander thru an antique store looking for something red, or watch the waves at the beach. She was an adventurer. Looking back thru the memory books that her mother so delicately maintained. She has done a little bit of everything. From whitewater rafting on the Middle Fork in Idaho, to a dirt track race somewhere in Colorado. While the internet provides no support for the results of this race, it was rumored that the only car she beat had a flat tire. If you asked her, she was racing on the edge, full send. Marsha maintained her family roots and made trips back to the Midwest attending the Woelk Family Reunion as often as she could. Her cousins, Aunts and Uncles are more like brothers and sisters. While some might consider it the middle of nowhere, Sheridan Lake, CO was like home. Her love for plants and flowers was not only a passion, but her livelihood. She was an encyclopedia of knowledge. From a picture, she could tell you what it was and how much sun it needed. If you sent her a picture before you googled it, she would have the answer before you finished your search. While her hearing was good, you might not ever know as the sound of her voice carried farther than the paperboy. She never would have wanted anyone to worry about her. She never wanted to be a burden, although she never was. She gave us more than she ever took, and never complained. As close as all of us were to her, she did maintain her boundaries. Today, she wouldn’t want to hear you say... “I wish I could” or “I should have”. Everything you were, everything you are, was always enough for her. She gave you her best, and expected nothing in return. She was an instinctively safe place to be, you could trust her with your heart and she would never break it. She carried the soul and spirit of everyone near her so delicately. She would however, provide correction as needed. She was patient, but if Marsha put you in your place, you had it coming. She was a unique and perfect contradiction. She was delicate and strong. She was the center of attention, but an introvert. She was reverent yet raucous. She was put together and unkept. She was funny, but never told a joke. She was loved, and will forever be missed. She is survived by her son, Kit Sinclair Carter and as she referred to her, daughter-in-love Megan Amanda Carter. Grandchildren Hunter and Avery Carter, Brenna and Cohen Maas. A Celebration of Life will be held on Tuesday Jan 12th, at 2:00. A graveside service will be held at Columbia River Cemetery. In Lieu of Flowers, Contributions may be made to a memorial fund in her name at Hillcrest Funeral and Cremation in Pasco.