Kims mother was the secretary to the superintendent, pencil skirts and heels every day. Her father was my 6th grade teacher. We had a bit of a love/hate relationship. Or maybe that was just me. I always felt Kim was the darling of the faculty and staff. She was just so darn cute and full of life.

My best memory is of her at graduation (my brother was in her class) giving a speech. The gist of it was what a small, stifling town Kendall was . I can still hear ending in my head! “Let me out of here!!!” 

Another memory is her asking me for help with a sewing project while on a visit home from college. That was the first time my husband met her and thought she was pretty special so special we named our daughter after her.

Kim did get out of Kendall and took her zest for life with her but 30 years later she came back to us and brought all that energy and creativity with her and we are all better for it. Sadly missed. 😢💖😢💖