I remember holding her as a baby, then watching her do cartwheels on the beach, then enduring with parental acceptance the teenage fleeting punk shaved hairdo and a year later taking her to France to study abroad. I still cry a lot and think of her every day. Several thousand strangers were captivated by the precious gift of feisty fortitude that she gave to her readers. For two years, she battled cancer and wrote a spirited blog that captured her humor, which surprisingly had not left her. She was an Emmy-winning producer for ESPN and had long, gorgeous red hair. She was beautiful and fun, and she loved her children and husband, Eric. My daughter, Leah, gave birth to her third child and out of the blue was immediately diagnosed as having stage 4 breast cancer.
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