At 4:44 this morning (Boulder Colorado time zone), Death in the form of Pancreatic Cancer finished it's unstoppable mission and took my sister Marcy away. Marcy was 7 years my junior at 42 years of age, and up until two months ago was, to all appearances, about as healthy and fit as you can get. Marcy was an avid skier and hiker, and ran trail marathons. Not the usual wimpy 26.2 mile marathons. The insane *100* mile marathons. On trails. In the mountains. I've attached some photos. One of the photos is from her and her friends traditional thanksgiving dinners, which take place at a remote mountain hut; all of the dinner fixins, big-ass turkey included, get carried up the mountain by Marcy and company. Last November, she had just recently finished another 100 miler and was hauling turkey through the snow to a mountain hut. In less than a few months, the C word took it all away. But for all of that, all the way to the end, she knew how to live. She died in the home of close friends who had taken here into their home to care for her rather than in a hospital. I'll miss her. Sometime in the spring, Marcy's ashes will be scattered at the top of Buchanan Pass (elevation 11,837', closest town Allenspark, Colorado). I hope to be there.