Rick Marx
The Titus family was like a second family for me during my confusing adolescent years in the 1970’s. I would walk down the hill in the evening and we would sit together and watch tv. That couch was so comfortable and I felt so accepted. That was the golden age of television—“Happy Days,” “All In the Family,” “Hill Street Blues.” Mr Titus would say something outrageous and Mrs Titus would say “Oh Hal,” and Hal would smile mischievously. The Titus family was where I went to be around regular people doing regular things. Mrs Titus (I could never call her Marilee, although Raoul always did) was so understanding, wise, and kind, that I would sometimes forget how accomplished she was. Marilee was a professional woman, a musician, educated and cultured. In recent years I would ask her for her insights. It helped me better understand myself and the environment Raoul, Terry and I grew up in. I treasure what she told me last year on my birthday , I carry it in my heart and it gives me comfort. She loved her children and grandchildren and was so proud of them. They are her legacy. I always thought I would be able to talk with Mrs Titus again. I miss my mother, my best friend Raoul, and now I miss Mrs Titus too. I will always remember them.