- 75 years old
- Date of birth: Jan 24, 1939
- Date of passing: Jan 22, 2015
|*Life* is short. Break the rules: FORGIVE quickly, KISS slowly, LOVE truly, LAUGH uncontrollably, and NEVER REGRET anything that made you SMILE.|
This memorial website was created to share information and stories about Wendy Lacey, a loving mother and grandmother, kind-hearted friend, and all around kick-butt lady who loved to laugh. We will remember her forever.
A celebration of life ceremony will be held on Saturday, July 18 at 1:00 pm in Richland, Washington. Ceremony location: Events at Sunset, 915 By-Pass Highway.
Our mother found funerals depressing and hence we are going to celebrate her life with stories and laughter as much as possible. Her favorite color was blue so you can honor her memory by wearing that. If you don't have blue, wear your favorite color. Casual and colorful attire is encouraged.
Wendy's favorite charities are the Humane Society and the Yellow Ribbon Fund and she would prefer that donations in her name were made in lieu of flowers.
"In just the last couple of days in organizing things, I have come across several things Wendy gave me, cards she sent, feeling particularlyy close to her presence. Appreciate all she gave and shared. Blessings to her family, know how proud she was of each of you."
"12/23/2015: Wendy Lacey was married to my 4th cousin, Dale Denham; Dale and I went to the same Cleveland High School in Portland, Oregon. He graduated with my sister, Dolores (Carey) (Shea) Henry, class of 1956? We didn't know we were related until we wrote the, Denham Thread Book, 1987--1992, when he met his second wife, Jan. I've known their families, ever since. We are related through my biological father side, the first spouse of my mom, who are also both gone, too. We are all family while on earth, and when we leave at God's calling. I'm glad I share a connection with your family.
Skipper could have been the brother of our Cuddles dog, here and there after. We all share the living connections and all old memories."
"I had met Wendy at the gym in Olympia and became not only gym buddies but life time buddies We shared lots of laughs and good times I miss her and Skipper Her family meant so much When I see hot air balloons I always think of Wendy Love Whimpie"
"I did not know Wendy and her beloved dog Skipper but their untimely passing has saddened me deeply. I am close to 70 and walking long distances remains hard for me, but my husband walks our two dogs almost daily, an activity they all enjoy, nevertheless I worry; Our drivers need to slow down and be ever watchful of surroundings so tragedies like these do not occur. My prayers are with Wendy's family and friends through this most difficult time and I too will remember Skipper with a donation to the Animal Humane Society, as my daughter and I have adopted 2 dogs from there who have become family. Words and tributes cannot fill the tragic and unnecessary deaths of Wendy and Skipper but please know that these losses have affected strangers and friends alike."
"Art and I met Wendy at Unity of Olympia and the Olympia Host Lions. We appreciated Wendy's honesty and eagerness to share. Once she moved to New Mexico we realized how much she love being with her family, especially her grandchildren. Wendy shared the hot air balloon museum with us when we visited her last year; A special time we will never forget. So glad she moved so her family could enjoy her last years. Many blessings to you as you move through this difficult time."
"I was lead here by a kind heart. I did not know your angel Wendy or her pup skipper, but just wanted the family to know my heart hurts for you today. Your mom reminds me of my mom, now they are together wearing cheerful colors and with their little pups at their sides. Peace to Wendy's family at this time and always. Jsegura525@aol.com"
"I did not know Wendy or her companion, skippy- But I do know One or the Other would have been heartbroken to lose the other so Jesus showed his Grace as He does and they both walked into eternity together. A Friend"
"Where to begin ...we become friends with a class at Unity, became prayer partners, and friends through our Lions Club. Our trips to St. Helens National Monument as well as Sunrise on Mt. Rainier, hiking.
At first, sorry to have her move to Alburquerque, but soon realized what a wonderful, fulfilling life she was having with family, and Skipper when he came into her life, and her volunteer work at the Museum. I was so delighted to know she was able to be sharing the remarkable background she had of nuclear power. In our phone calls, it was interesting to hear what she was doing at the museum, the people she was meeting and realizing the common interests they had. And, knowing how much she was enjoying the activities with Hugh, Karen Shannon and Rachel. Much more to add another time. She was indeed an inspiration, what knowledge she was able to share!"
"Dear family and friends of Wendy, Wendy was an important member of the volunteer community at the National Museum of Nuclear Science & History and her service and friendship will be deeply missed by all here. Wendy had such a great way of speaking about technically hard concepts to our visitors. She had a great background in the sciences and possessed a spirit to share that information with others. Her many years here go way back to previous facilities but her assistance was a constant. We miss her and will always remember her."
"To the Family of Wendy & Skipper:
My condolence goes out to you at this time. I had never had the pleasure of meeting your loved ones. I reside here in ABQ and heard about their sad story and wanted to let all of you know you are in my thoughts. May the memories you have comfort you day by day. As an animal lover myself I will make a donation to the Animal Humane Society in Memory of Skipper and Wendy.
A hug from a stranger- Sincerely, Janet McLaughlin"
"I knew her stride.
Walking along the arroyo path most every morning.
Headphones wrapped around her forehead.
Usually a hat covering her face.
Always leash in hand.
Her face blank. The mind somewhere else.
Deep in long-ago calculations? Secrets of Sandia of Hanford of National Security? Dreaming of trips in the past, planning for journeys in the future?
I don't know what she listened to on those headphones.
But she always popped them off when we met on the trail.
She knew the names and stories of every dog along the path.
Greeting them by name as Skip skipped toward his doggie pals, rearing up on his rear legs to greet them paws extended in play.
The small dogs puffed cheeks to greet him. Then played. The sweet dogs sniffed and played. The mean dogs snarled, then sniffed, then played.
Skip smiled. He always smiled the disarming smile as a little white dog could smile. His eyes obscured with hair; his whole body wagging with greeting.
I didn't know her by name: Wendy Kay Lacey.
I knew her as Skip's mom. Hugh's mom. Shannon and Rachel's grandmother.
Some days she wasn't on the walking path. Once she told me, she liked to start later in the dark days of January to walk into the warmth of the sun. On those days, often I would see her walking the path as I headed to work and lazy weekend mornings. And sometimes she and Skip would be missing for days and days. But after a day or a week or a month, Sami and Ora and me saw her and Skip again. And they returned with tail and tales of travel and adventure with friends and family.
I heard the call out on the police radio: A pedestrian and a dog. Anaheim and Wyoming Northeast. My neighborhood. Skip's walking path. The Journal photographer loaded up his cameras and scrambled out of the newsroom. The sun was up.
I hoped. I feared they would not be back on our winding buckaroo trail.
Sometimes walking beside us, stopping to watch the clouds, talking of her children and grandchildren, of weddings and volleyball games, of PHD's obtained and new jobs. But mostly of travel.
She shared the excitement of Seattle, when my oldest headed Northwest for work, saying it would be all OK there for him in his new adventure.
Of a long driving trip all the way from Albuquerque to the Pacific Northwest through California. Telling of when Skip was attacked at the park, and she as his mother protecting him. Extending the trip for the traveling pair to recover in California. Returning to Albuquerque with a more difficult gait, and with Skip's shaved leg showing off his victory wounds. But walking again. Into the sun.
Often a conversation of only a few words, a few sighs, a sharing of a bag for doggie pickup. A plan of a future trip. A few words about the beauty of the Pacific Northwest, but its lack of sun.
Sometimes we met on the trail, traveling different ways; stopping for a few minutes as our paths crossed. Sometimes we walked together heading the same way: In the summer, stopping in the shade to let the dogs sniff; In the winter, stopping in patches of sunlight.
Always feeling the warmth of New Mexico on our faces as the dogs danced their dance of leashes and leaves and squatting and sniffing.
Always traveling with Skip. Skipper arriving first.
Heading toward the sun."
"We will miss Wendy and Skipper. You were a good person Wendy and Skipper, you were one sweet dog.
Our prayers are with you and your family.
Bob, Phyllis and Blackie Rose"
"I live in the neighborhood and my wife runs every day with her Jack Russell. I never met Wendy and Skipper but it is obvious we have lost an incredible person and her bud. It really hurts to know we lost both of them in this manner. I hope your family heals. I will keep you guys in my prayers and thoughts for a long time."
"Dear Wendy & Skip:
May your memories be for a blessing to all who loved both of you."
"Never for get the morning we met. Very few women are as inspirational as you were. My your & Skips memories be for a blessing."
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