Nancy King

If you asked a person to describe my sister in just one work most people would say she was harmless. We grew up sharing a room and secrets as sisters do. When I was little she had a story about a little green space man that lived under my bed she named ""The Great Cuzoo,"" that she loved to both scare me with and fascinate me at the same time. She taught me to read when I was only three and how to laugh when there was nothing to laugh about at all. She taught me how to drive, although I would never ride with her because some things in life are just too terrifying. She gave me my first Dr. Pepper, my first grass stick, and my first taste of Rock and Roll. She let me hang out with her friends and my friends are still hers even now (Little Bob and Beans, I thank you for that). She loved her music, even naming two of her dogs Led Zepplin. They were her babies, after all. One of my favorite memories was putting head phones on her and listening to her sing along. It was 'hideous' as she would say, as Nancy couldn't carry a tune. She loved to travel and take pictures and sew. She made beautiful jewelry and things out of leather that I still carry around. She loved frogs and her football – John Elway was her hero. She lived her life on her terms, just the way she wanted it. You couldn't talk her in or out of anything. We lost her way too soon, but I take comfort knowing she can see our dad again and be where the rainbows end with her dogs at her feet. It's amazing how empty the world seems with just one person gone. We will all miss you NK but this is not goodbye. We'll hold you in our hearts and every time I see something tye dyed or a frizbee I'll smile and tap my heart and know that I did the best that I could.