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...