Marcia Ann Gold

This is a story about love and hope, and like every good story, it has to have a villain. Our villain was cancer. Marcia and I eloped on Valentine's Day, 1986. When a marriage starts like that, it also ends with as much passion as its beginning. There is never, ever enough stories to tell about this woman who was never bored or boring. She embraced life, love, and most of all, me. At least that's how I always felt-but I bet there are a lot of folks who felt they also came first with her-'cause that's how she was. And in the course of her life she literally touched thousands of people-from celebrities like Roseanne, who sent flowers and called, to photographers around the world who became lifelong friends. And so many others. All of whom we shared so very much with. I think it resonated with so many folks because it wasn't a story about cancer-but about love. And that's something always worth sharing. This story is simply a snapshot of this struggle and fear and hope. There's no real before. Our world shrinks when we are ill-and ours shrank a lot. So here is a summary of my posts-now all in one place. A tribute to Marcia Gold, 1952-2018.