I'm heartbroken to share that my husband, Barry Maggs, died Saturday morning, March 7th, at the age of 55. This time last year, Barry thought he had injured his back after yet another bout of double black diamond skiing with the kids. It turned out to be cancer of unknown primary that had spread to his bones. He was walking our dog Lola up to three weeks before his death and was immersed in Hilary Mantel's new book and the Democratic Primary when he died peacefully at home. 

We hailed from Toronto, met in Hong Kong, and made New York our home. Every week, he used to grab his clubs and go to the Dyker Beach Golf Course. So it's no surprise that he wants some of his ashes scattered nearby. Please send messages, photos, letters, and memories.  

To honor Barry's life, we want to plant a tree and install a memorial bench in Prospect Park, where we spent many hours rollerblading, cycling, playing frisbee, ice-skating, listening to music, and hanging out. To make a tax-free donation in his memory, please visit the Prospect Park website and check the box that says "Dedicate my donation in honor or in memory of someone."

Thank you to his dear friends from Bloomberg Businessweek and the many pit stops he's made around the world for all the love and support you've shown over the past year. Barry lived every moment to the fullest and was always ready for the next adventure. We will carry his memory with us every day for the rest of our lives.