I met Marcie Bradley in Los Angeles and she and Coop convinced me to come to the Tahoe area for the Expedition Kirkwood Women’s Ski Clinic. I was worried that I was not a good enough skier for the mountain or the clinic. It turns out I was more than good enough and additionally had the bucket list experience of being snowed in at Kirkwood before I went to ski with Marcie at Northstar California Resort.
While sipping champagne on the mountain at TOST, Marcie invited me back to go to Pumps on Pedals, the women’s mountain biking clinic in summer. I said, “Maybe I will come. BUT I cannot do a bike clinic. I am afraid of biking. If you get me a private lesson with a teacher who does not mind crying, maybe I will do it.” Marcie immediately said, “I have never done it either. I will do it with you.” I said, “I am scared.” She said, “We can do it together.” And we did.
It was by far the scariest thing I did in my 50 things before 50 project but also the one I am the most proud of. And YES for me, it was scarier than jumping out of a perfectly well-maintained plane. I know that if she had not been willing to do it with me, I would never have done it.
I loved working with Marcie. She and I had so many great conversations about other projects and trips and ideas. I will miss her. I am grateful for the times we spent together and for having a friend like her.
Want to make a donation in honor of Marcie Bradley? Here is the GoFundMe:
Marcie was a light that shined bright on all that knew her, especially her 7-year-old daughter Ellery, and husband Devin. She was a mom, wife, daughter, sister – and friend to so many. Her kind heart, listening ear, helping hand and generosity of spirit were known to all.
As many of you know, she lost her 10-month fight with Gioblastoma (brain cancer) this past week, way too young at the age of 41. Besides leaving behind a beautiful legacy and many wonderful memories, her sweet family is left with many medical expenses that accumulated over her 10 months of care, and dealing with the additional financial impact of her being unable to work during this period.
Many of you – friends, colleagues and more – have asked how you can honor Marcie’s memory, and help her family. We have set up this Go Fund Me to ease her family’s financial burden while mourning their wife and mother. Any remaining funds will be set aside for her daughter Ellery’s future.
Thank you for caring about Marcie and her family, and for any generosity. We invite you to share memories and stories about Marcie here as well. Click here for more about the GoFundMe Project.
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars..the house…the cash. What matters is how we lived and loved and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard; are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged.
To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile…remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash?
by Linda Ellis
Marcie lived her dash so well. I am honored that I was able to spend time with her on the slopes with skis and bicycles. I will miss her and I appreciate her grace, courage and friendship.
“December 3, 1976 ~ September 29, 2018
It is with heavy hearts that we share Marcie Hatch Bradley peacefully passed away at sunrise on September 29, 2018 surrounded by her loving family. Her brave and courageous battle with Glioblastoma brain cancer came to an unfortunate end at which time she was lovingly cared for by family, friends and the amazing Renown staff.
Marcie was born on December 3, 1976 in North Andover, Massachusetts. She loved growing up in her small-town community and spent her summers with her brother, Marc and cousins in Castine,Maine. She graduated from North Andover High in 1995 and the University of Maryland in 1999 with a BA in Journalism. She loved all things “New England” especially the Red Sox and steamers.
After college she ventured out west and lived in Los Angeles and then San Francisco for 7 years until she met the love of her life, Devin traveling in Bali. Together they made Truckee their home, got married on a mountain top and had their sweet daughter, Ellery. Marcie was a cherished member of the Glenshire community and has been an integral part of the Truckee community for the last 10 years through her service and contributions at NorthStar California, EpicPromise, Girls on the Run and FWDD Coalition.
Marcie also had a successful 19 year Public Relations career with management roles at Sun Microsystems, Oracle and most recently Vail Resorts.
Marcie will always be remembered for her big heart, fierce yet unassuming determination, infectious smile and welcoming nature that touched everyone she met. She was an extremely generous and thoughtful friend, sister, wife, daughter and most importantly, mother. She put her whole heart into being a fun, loving and present mother to her daughter. She approached life with integrity, honesty and a sense of humor even when faced with huge life challenges. She paid attention to the smallest details and made people feel special. Marcie, Devin and Ellery enjoyed life to the fullest and took advantage of their time together through camping, hiking and travel adventures.
Marcie is survived by her husband, Devin Bradley, daughter, Ellery Bradley, father, Steve Hatch, mother Monique Hatch and brother, Marc Hatch.
We love Marcie and she will never be forgotten.”