Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
My sister Lisa Gerchman died Saturday afternoon, March 2, at age 46, after an illness that startled the world-class Boston doctors and nurses with its speed, strength, and malevolence; it began with pneumonia and accelerated till the ICU team was amazed at Lisa's defiant survival for two weeks and able to predict only a bleak life as perpetual patient should she awaken, so yesterday's curtain was a dreadful mix of misery and relief.
Her adoring husband Mark and awesome daughters Liddy and Sarah lead many, many mourners, ranging from every kid lucky enough to enter Keene, N.H.'s Fuller School library to a kid brother who never grew out of taking her for granted. May I be shown to have survived to help my nieces and my mom, who's lost first her 50-year soulmate and now her first-born best friend these last four years, as well as my dear wife Patricia. Thanks to all who've sent good wishes, and hug and read to a child if you can.
9:16:10 PM 
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