Dear Colin and Brant,

Where do I even begin? It's taken me nearly 2 years to write this, (and another year to get it in the computer) probably because I didn't want to admit that she was gone. Your mom was such a special lady! She was a friend who knew how to make others feel really special.

Kirsten and I met because of your dad. Matt and I met him at the neighborhood block party when she was out of town. I'm guessing she was in NYC, but I don't know for sure. She was pregnant with you, and I was pregnant with Izzy. We were neighbors on the same block.

I was so excited to meet a new friend who was also having a kiddo. I knitted both of you some football hats so I could have an excuse to stop by and plan a time to get to know your family more. We eventually had dinner and became friends. We started a neighborhood babysitter coop that became a wonderful group of friends. 

Eventually your family started coming to the same church as our family. I remember Kirsten saying "if the Krusemarks go here, it must be good". Like I said, she knew how to make someone feel special.

When Donald Trump was elected president a lot of people were REALLY upset. Your mother included! There were women marches that lead to women gathering to make change in the world. I started hosting a gathering at my house and your mom was the first one every time. She was vocal, passionate and lived with conviction.

As I write this letter there are protests throughout the country to support black Americans and to stand for racial justice. I know that Kirsten would be out there standing for her brothers and sisters of color. I know that she would let her voice be heard. I miss that passionate voice.

I will never forget the day your mother called me when we were camping in Silverthorne. She said she was having headaches for days that were not going away with the medication she was prescribed. She wanted to know what hospital to go to. I had no idea there was ever a chance of something so devastating being the cause of her headaches. A few weeks later she call to tell me the diagnosis. I cried harder that night than at any other point in her disease process. I knew how aggressive and unforgiving glioblastomas are. I had recently lost another friend of the family to the same horrible disease. I knew that day what this diagnosis meant and I hated to know I would be loosing such a special friend. I am sad for the time I missed that last year. I didn't know how to be the friend that I should have been. Your mom was always so positive, even in this. But, she became tired and frail. Despite all of it, her spirit never died. She would joke and laugh and love the best she could. 

I still miss her. Our women's group is not the same without her passionate stories and gigantic love. I know that we cannot see her physical body, but her spirit will never die. She touched so many lives, nothing can ever take that away.

Love and grace to both of you!

Dear Colin and Brant,

Your mommy is so special! I knew that from the moment I met her. Your mommy went to college with my husband Rich. They went to New York University in the big apple! Ask daddy about the big apple. Rich and mommy are great friends...she eventually became my friend too. I remember mommy as being beautiful...beyond funny...brilliant....creative...amazing style and very tall!!!! She loves your daddy so much and she is the proudest mother. She loves you both so much and spoke of you all the time....she couldn't have a conversation without talking and talking and talking about her boys. Mommy is with you every day and all day. Having so much fun everyday is exactly what she wants you to do. Have fun...laugh...and hug daddy tight!!!!! Xox

Dear Colin and Brant, I met your momma when she was just a little older than you are today. We were both in the same bunk at a fancy all-girls gymnastics camp in upstate New York. Right away, your mom stood out -- not because she was a great gymnast, but sort of the opposite. She was all legs, gangly and slightly off balance doing her cartwheels down the mat everyday. And even though there were some seriously talented girls, with big strong muscular legs doing back flips on the balance beam, your mom could care less. She was there to have fun and THANK GOD I met her, because let's face it, 8 hours of gymnastics a day was enough to kill all the joy out of bouncing on a trampoline. Your mom made me laugh. She new all the words to Paradise By The Dashboard Light, by Meatloaf. It was a popular song in the 70s and we used to sit on her bunkbed and sing it over and over, for hours. Your mom used to like to pretend she was Meatloaf singing, grabbing a hairbrush as a microphone and shaking her skinny butt to the sound of her own voice. For a while she called me "meatball" because I wasn't as fat as Meatloaf, but clearly headed in that direction. And she made up a hand dance to an REO Speedwagon song that the whole camp eventually learned. At dinner time she used to take the plastic ketchup bottles (the kind that camps use with the narrow nozzles) and quietly spray kids' legs under the picnic table, starting epic food wars. Another time, she somehow found out about a planned midnight fire drill well in advance of the actual drill and got all of us out of our beds hours ahead of time, so that we could have a pre-fire-drill party -- snacks included. She was tireless in her effort to get me in trouble, and if that didn't work, she settled for embarrassment. At the end of camp, your mom forced me to do a dance with her to the song Swingtown by the Steve Miller Band. Google that right now and picture your mom and her long legs shaking her 13 year old groove thing in front of a gymnasium full of gymnastics moms. She could seriously dance, even back then. And I just did what she told me to do because I couldn't say no to her. She made me laugh all the time, and she let me be funny, too. And now, guess what? I'm pretty funny these days. I make my kids laugh, and my husband, and sometimes even my clients (and I'm a divorce lawyer so that's saying something!). But I guess what I want you to know is that your mom opened a tiny door in my heart a long, long time ago, and encouraged the person I was meant to be, to come out. And now, when I hear REO Speedwagon, The Steve Miller Band or Meatball singing on the radio, I remember your mom and I'm reminded how important it is to live life a little more carefree, maybe even squirt a stranger with ketchup under the table. Don't tell your dad I told you to do that!

Colin and Brant,
I first met Kirsten in the summer of 2016 when I was at the playground at Steele Elementary with my girls, and she and your dad were pushing two adorable, joyful boys on the tire swing. I had never seen anyone swinging so high and immediately thought to myself "hmmm... am I not pushing swings high enough??" We introduced ourselves and chatted a bit - I learned those 2 adorable boys were twins named Brant and Colin, and that they were on the wait list to start school that fall where my daughter Eliana was about to start. Fast forward to the first days at Lincoln.. Kirsten and I saw each other at drop off and she told me how excited she was that you two got your spots at Lincoln right as the school year was starting! We continued to chat when we saw each other at school, and she always impressed me with her wit, her confidence, and her constantly upbeat mood. When she told me she was a professional dancer my admiration grew even further. I always loved seeing her and talking to her, she had such a happy presence. And now I see that I'm not the only one who has been inspired by her - everyone who knew her, and even those who have learned more about her in the past year, seem to be questioning the same way that I did.. "should I be pushing higher??" We're all better for knowing your wonderful mom!
Love,
Stephanie

Kirsten created a beautiful interior for our home in Boulder. We chose her for her impeccable design style, intelligence/business savvy, and ability to get stuff done. Throughout the 2+ year process, we learned that she was also an incredibly fun, funny, passionate, energetic, giving, lovely soul. She loved to show us pictures of you, Colin and Brant, and tell us about how much she loved you both, even when you were sick or misbehaving. You were such a source of happiness for her. Your mother was beam of goodness and light with a unique ability to draw others in because of her captivating spirit. She was a positive force that cared about making people feel better about themselves and their place in the world through her work. And she was an all-star in her field. Her love for you is immeasurable and eternal.

Colin and Brant,
You boys are so lucky to have a mother like Kirsten. I know it was too short a time but watching her dote on you two was pure joy. Your mom was a one of a kind person who brought together all sorts of people from all different walks of life.
I had/have a bad habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and whenever I did your mother would turn it into a joke or a teaching moment. That was her gift. She made everyone feel welcome. And important. She made me feel this way on more than one occasion.
Kirsten's best legacy is you two. I hope you will find joy in the brief time you got to spend with her. Know she loved you both more than anything.
I am excited to see you grow and become the men she would want you to be.
Love, AJ

Dear Colin and Brant (to read when you are a little older!) ;)....
When I first met Kirsten, your mom, sitting on a beach in Fire Island, her long long long legs stretched out in the sun, her red hair flowing, her abs perfectly flat in her tiny bikini and her voice SO BIG - I wasn't so sure I'd be friends with her. She felt like a bit much, and I was intimidated by the way she could focus all the light in the room on herself without even trying. I remember sitting on the sunny beach with all the junky fashion magazines, thinking I'd never be cool enough to be friends with this gorgeous loudmouth showgirl mermaid. How wrong I was.
I remember riding the train back to the city with Kirsten after one particularly loud and raucous weekend in the Chance house at Kismet and she told me her entire dating history end to end, in a marathon 2 hour session. It sounded wonderful and horrible all at the same time, and we laughed so hard in places that we got shushed by the people around us.
Getting shushed/serious side eye from MANY a person was common when I was out with Kirsten - people just didn't understand that she literally gave no shits about how loud she said the word *p#nis!* in a Manhattan restaurant at 1:30 in the afternoon. She was inspiring in her commitment to a good story, and a brunch with Kirsten was an opportunity to ensure that everyone in the restaurant wanted to be at your table.
Our friendship evolved over time - I started to understand Kirsten better, and our laughing became more heartfelt, less performance. We found common ground in being true feminists with strong opinions, and understanding that real love can change everything. She came to appreciate my tough, nerdy soul, and I came to love her generous spirit, incredible sense of style (her clothing exchanges were legendary and lord help you if you tried to plan one without her), how she could basically sleep anywhere, and the way she welcomed everyone - it was always a horseshoe with Kirsten, never a circle.
Kirsten and Jason were two of the first people to meet my now husband, then boyfriend - we went on vacation with them and our dear friends Rachel and Nagib in Mexico one Thanksgiving ("Graciasgiving" we named it), and that's where Dan had his debut to four of the people whose opinions I cared about most. I was a little nervous that he wouldn't fit in to our little "Gang of Five", but she pulled me aside and told me that she thought he was really smart, really liked me, and his clothes needed an upgrade. So, perfect for me.
It seemed to me that Jason softened and mellowed Kirsten, all in good ways. She was so incredibly thrilled when they got engaged in Fire Island - all those dating woes swept away with the waves of true love. She was more centered, happier than I'd ever seen her, and she glowed with joy on their beautiful wedding day. Jason always laughed at her jokes, but he also didn't let her get her way all the time (which was hard for our favorite only child), and they were the perfect pair. Colin and Brant added to the joy - I loved seeing her pushing that double stroller in Colorado on the Fourth of July, holding her boys and being such a natural, wonderful mom. Her own loving upbringing came out so strongly when she become a mom to her precious boys. It wasn't a role I thought she'd be cast in, but it was the perfect part for her.
How do I say goodbye to such a soul? I honestly don't know. I don't think any of us thought this day would really come. So, in her honor, I'm going to try to laugh louder, love harder, and dress better. To make horseshoes instead of circles. To put a lot more time and energy into my Halloween costumes.
She made me a better person. I made her a little more knowledgeable about bitcoin. It was by no means a fair trade.
I loved your mom. I know she's waiting for us, to watch some sunsets, when are ready. In the meantime, we're all here to love and support you in living the most amazing lives. 
Jenn Reed Perez

Colin and Brant,
Your Mom was smart, talented and very kind. I met her while working on the John Kerry campaign in NYC in 2004. Kirsten always had a smile on her face for everyone and I never heard her say a bad word about anyone. If you ever needed help your Mom was a person who would help without being asked.  She was truly one of the people that makes the world a better place for everyone around her.  I am very sorry for your loss.  I know your Mom is in heaven watching over you. 
Walt

I met your mom while doing Will Rogers Follies in Branson. I was her dresser for the big Indian costume as well as in the dressingroom she was assigned to. That show was so much fun.We were all young and got to spend about 7 months together. It really felt like family and friendships continue on from that show. Your mom always stood out as one of the most fun and genuine people I have ever met. She always had a smile and a positive way of looking at things with her great sense of humor. She also always cared about those around her. I am sure you will look at a million fun photos from those times and see how much fun we all had. She definitely was always full of life and adventure and the instigator of many of those fun events and ideas. 
   One of my favorite stories about her though is from a few years later. I moved back to NYC. She was already there so I thought I would call her and say hi. I had not kept in close touch, but as I said our Will Rogers group always felt like family. When she answered the phone and I told her I had moved to town she gave me the warmest welcome. She excitedly told me that she was having a get together that night and she was going to make me her suprise guest of honor. She said a few Will Rogers friends would be there and alot of other friends and roommates. She made a big deal about me being a suprise guest and not telling them until I arrived who it would be ( as if seeing me was a big deal...lol).  Of course we had a wonderful time because your mom hosted.  But that is how I think of your mom: The kind of person who goes out of their way to make things extra special. To make someone feel MORE than welcome. I was just hoping she might want to meet for coffee and instead she made me feel like an extra honored guest. Having just moved back that always meant so much to me that she did that. Thats how she always was. She genuinely loved and cared about her friends even ones she didnt see often. I can imagine anyone who ever met her wasnt touched by her.

Apologies for the intrusion but I have been getting email alerts for this memorial for Kirsten, I am in Australia, I never knew her and I do not know why I get these alerts daily because they are only for her but I can tell by all the touching tributes that she was an amazing person and touched many peoples hearts. To her family and friends, my deepest condolences
God bless you Kirsten

I wish I had more of a story to share, but, there is a story, and perhaps a learning one for Colin and Brant, so it is with love and condolences that I share this....
In 2004, I returned to my hometown, Stamford, CT, to visit my dad, Ed Poltrack (my mother was Marjorie Thorpe). It just happened to be at the time of Alyce Thorpe's funeral, so we were able to attend, to pay our respects, and to reconnect with the Thorpe side of the family. It was then that I was able to meet Kirsten. When they use the term "first cousin once removed," unfortunately, the word "removed" rings all too true. We had never even met, and I hadn't even seen her mother, my cousin, for years! But it was at her Grandmother's funeral that we shared our stories.
I learned then that Kirsten had been a Rockette in NYC. Imagine my surprise, as I had been in NYC up to 1991, after 13 years of pursuing my dream as a dancer/singer/actress. I had worked for the producers out of Radio City Music Hall on several projects, and had experienced the joy of rehearsing in those hallowed halls, and befriending/working with many Rockettes, though I never was one. But I was amazed that Kirsten's life had taken such a similar path, and yet, I had never even known it! It saddened me to realize just how distant we relatives had become. I remember really wishing I had known Kirsten, and her story, sooner. (Even now, it warmed my heart to read that she took Justin to Arriba Arriba, one of my favorite NYC places!)
So, as I read through these stories, and try to reconnect the dots of the family, my family, as well, I want to share with you, Colin and Brant, the importance of family. Connect. Know that family is there! Keep the channels open. I remember George and Maryann with such fondness and admiration, and, as infrequently as I ever saw them, I do know that every time I saw them, was a ray of light, just as Kirsten was, and will remain in all of your lives. In the loss of Kirsten, may we all reach out to our family and loved ones that little bit more! And know that your strong and beautiful mom will be in your hearts forever.
Love and blessings to you both, and to Jason, Maryann and Ron, Robert and Stacey Brant.
Beverly (Poltrack) Wilkerson, Woodland Hills, CA

Dearest Kristen
It seems like light years ago that we met in Galveston, Texas. You became the unofficial show mom to many of us, especially me, during a summer that changed my life. While that was most monumental, I will also never forget that you were the first person to take me to Arriba Arriba, now that was life changing!
People come and go, so make lasting impressions, that is certainly true of you. You will be with me for all of my time here on this earth. 
Love, Peace and Light
Justin

I am Kirsten's mom's first cousin and although we have been separated by distance for a very long time I always held Maryanne (forgive my spelling if I am wrong) and her family in high regard and still do.
I would like to thank all of Kirsten's friends who have shared their stories of their relationships with Kirsten. It is evident that she made so many positive contributions to the lives of many, touching all she met with a joy that they will carry within their hearts forever.
It is no surprise to hear that Kirsten was quick witted, a characteristic that was abundant in the Thorpe family and one that generated much appreciated laughter throughout the years as I grew up. As I read the stories posted here, I reflected upon the time I spent with Maryanne and her brother, George. They are wonderful role models and beautiful people inside and out. To know that Kirsten embodied those qualities as well is reassuring. The world is certainly a better place because of the influence she had on those she knew.
As much as I wish to be with the family now as Maryanne and George were always there to support me and my family during times of grief, the ravages of hurricane Florence have hit hard here in New Bern, NC. I do send my heart to Colorado at this difficult time. Love, Barbara Poltrack Dworak

There was no bigger cheerleader in the design industry than Kirsten. She was vibrant, energetic and loved to participate. Every time I saw her at an event, she had kind words to share and she truly thrived off of supporting others. Her spirit will be deeply missed throughout our community, as she truly was beloved. It hurts me most to know that your amazing mom won't have the chance to see you two grow up. She was a truly special person and I'm just so sorry.

I worked with your mom on several design drapery projects, including her office in your home. I am very saddened to hear this news, but I want to let you know that I could tell she loved you very much. She was talented and worked very hard. She will live on through you. Much love...

Bibu and Coco, here it goes the story of how I met your amazing mom. I was looking for my next host family to spend a year and a half with. And after coming and going and many interviews with different families , all planets aligned and there it was your mommy , also looking for your next au pair. You were around 6 months old and as soon as I saw pictures of you I fell in love and after my first Skype with your mommy she said all she wanted was someone that would love her boys like crazy and give them tons of love, that was the most important to her. So there I go , took my air plane to Denver and met all of you and “holly molly guacamole” I had the most amazing time of my life. You see, your mom was quite unique and wonderful, I looked up to her and learned so much from her. A wonderful, open hearted, welcoming, loving and caring woman. Always with a big smile on her face, spreading her light and love, being goofy,tap dancing for you ( you used to love that and laugh like crazy). Boys, mommy loves you like no one else, and even thought you may not see her now, she will be like magic , she will always guide you, love you and protect you, because of all the mommies , you got a very special one and she would never leave you alone.And know that any time you need her, you can talk to her with your heart ❤️. Do what makes you happy, love, dance, be kind, be respectful, be funny, BE YOU.
Mommy is always going to be there for you. Los amo con todo mi corazón,
Giuli.

I had the pleasure of meeting your Mom when we both lived in the Acoma, an apartment building that she and your Dad moved into when they moved to Denver from NYC and I had just moved here from Chicago. We were neighbors and I loved running into her walking Uma and talking about anything and everything. We became friends even after we both moved out and to say that your Mom had a lightness and incredible sense of humor is an understatement. She knew how to put a smile on anyone's face and had such quick wit. She talked about how she wanted to be a Mom so often and I had the pleasure of seeing her beaming face in the hospital the day after you were born. She loved you with every ounce of her being and that love will always be with you in your heart, always. She had passion for life and believed in living life to it's fullest. Her spirit and energy will live on through memories and stories that we will all tell you, whenever you need them. She touched so many people's lives, but loved and adored her family most. I know that she is watching over you now and will guide you in life from above.

Colin and Brant, I met your mom in our showroom.  She came in and instantly I had to know who this woman was. She was brassy and classy and demanded attention in a very good way. We became instant friends. She always walked in to see me with a big smile and a funny story. Your mother was so talented with her eye for style and color. It came naturally to her but her biggest accomplishment in life and what she was most proud of was her twins. A glow on her face and sparkle in her eye always appeared when she talked about you two. I loved the fact that she would drag both of you out for a Design Center outing and I always looked forward to those days. At the holidays she brought me cookies and had some sharp wit comment about her domestic side was coming out with the twins and the holidays. My heart is hurting writing this but in time the hurt will become warm memories of your mother and how blessed I was to call her my friend.

I met your mom, just once, but saw her everywhere at Lincoln school, walking the both of you across the playground to enter the Montessori school. She was so tall and recognizable for her height! 
Our meeting happened because I ran the 2017 Lincoln Talent Showcase, you both were three years old. This was my first year and I had taken notes about the Audition process: (everyone gets in, they told me, but we have auditions as a formality). All kids wait outside, there is a greeter on either side of the door and it is a closed audition. Every Lincoln student is nervous. You can feel this in the hallways. Routines are given one more run through, costumes are arranged, parents are there and kids are running everywhere. It really creates such a great momentum of the school for 2 days! Your mom was there preparing your group, Colin and Brant. You would be performing 'Herman the Worm.' Well, she came right into that audition! She wiggled the routine out from the top of the auditorium, she took photos and cheered you on! You were three years old! One of you had your shirt up in your mouth, you sang along and wiggled. She really was a proud mom! It wasn't until later that I learned of your mom's career as a Rockette and I completely understood her passion. Always know your parents were cheering you on together. I have a photo which I will post: it is from the talent show that year and I can make out your parents in the audience. Waiting to cheer you both on in the first act.

Kirsten and I met at Palmetto High School in Miami, graduating in 1984. We took drama together, and were in the marching band dance squad called the Chatonettes (I believe she was a “Tallie” and I was a “Medium Tallie”). She was a great dancer with incredible long legs! We used to make up silly situations and conversations to balance out the demanding precision of the dance group. 
She was taking Spanish, and I remember one day she kept saying “muñeca” at random times just for fun. I guess she liked the sound of it. Just when we thought the joke had died down, she’d say it again. We were in tears!
Years after graduation she e-mailed me out of the blue, having heard that I had moved to Paris to pursue a career in music. She said she’d had an offer to dance there, at the legendary Lido, but had decided to turn it down. We exchanged about our lives. She joked that she had “finally” learned how to sing, and said she had been working as a Rockette in NYC. I could just imagine those legs flashing across the stage at Radio City Music Hall! It was a joy to pick up our sparkling banter (muñeca) right where we’d left off some twenty-odd years earlier, through the magic of that new invention, the internet. 
Not too long after that, I looked her up on a trip to NYC and we met for Indian food. We reminisced about Palmetto (muñeca) and shared stories about our atypical paths. As always, she was radiant and hilarious, with the perfect combination of stylish good looks and not taking herself too seriously. She told me about her budding relationship with a wonderful man named Jason, hinting at big life changes to come. We stayed in touch on Facebook, and it was thrilling to see how her life took shape: her company, k. brant interiors, had become a classy, colorful outlet for her creativity, she and Jason had a gorgeous wedding, and Brant and Colin brought them immeasurable joy and adventure.
I would have loved to see her more often but am grateful that internet made it possible to stay in touch to some extent, and share my music with her.
Good-bye for now, my fun and talented friend! I’ll always remember you with the sunniest of smiles and a smoldering belly-laugh.
Muñeca.
Vicki Rummler

I loved kicking with your mom during our time as Rockettes!!! Her bright smile and beautiful energy always helped us all have a better day. My prayer is that you always see your mom in your future and know that she is watching over you!!!

Kevin and I first met Kirsten and Jason at the Democratic caucus in 2016. All four of us were there to caucus for Hillary Rodham Clinton, and had hired child care so none of us would go uncounted. We already had kids at Lincoln Elementary, so we talked a lot about the application process and how much we loved the teachers, staff, and parents there. Now Brandt is in Tunisha's class with our daughter, Luella! After the presidential election, we had fun socializing at a Lincoln fundraiser. I had been asked to collaborate on a new project called Civic Syrup, and Kirsten enthusiastically invited me to meet with her friends to talk about how Coloradoans can effectively engage in federal, statewide and local politics. I admired her so much from the moment I met her. Warm, bright, open and no-nonsense at every turn, I liked her immediately. Once I called her Kristen because I'm truly terrible at names and she said, "It's Kirsten. I'm telling you right now so this doesn't get awkward," which just cracked me up. She had a wonderful sense of humor and zest for life that I can see lives on with her family.

Your amazing mother was always full of joy and laughter. I was one of her dance captains when she became a Radio City Rockette in New York City. One of my favorite memories of Kirsten was the day she got to step onto the stage for the first time as a Rockette. This had been one of her many dreams as a dancer and the day had come for her to get a feel for the stage. We were dressed in our regular rehearsal clothes and our tall soldier hats to review the Parade of the Wooden Soldiers. I noticed that she was crying so I went over to her to see what was wrong. I was amazed that her tears were tears of joy and excitement. She's was overcome by the joy of dancing as a Rockette and joining this historical sisterhood. I was inspired by her ability to be "in the moment" and feel each morsel of excitement in life. I've always remembered that moment and it's helped me to be more "in the moment" during my own life. I pray that this story and others will always remind you of how much Kirsten loved life, loved each of you and made time to be adventurous and reach for her dreams.

Conocí a Kirsten gracias a mi hija Giuliana Ridolfi quién fue su Au Pair durante casi dos años cuando Colin y Brant tenían 4 meses de vida. Qué gran mujer!!!! agradecida de que mi hija Giuliana con sus pequeños 20 años haya podido vivir con la familia Casey y con Kirsten quién la aconsejó y la ayudó en su diario vivir. Kirsten desde Argentina te digo como mamá GRACIAS GRACIAS por todo !!!!! Fuiste y serás siempre alguien muy importante en nuestra vidas !!

I was so impressed with Kirsten's energy and enthusiasm from the first time I met her at a Wellshire women's retreat. She made our Mission Possible fund raiser a success! We will join you in missing her spark.

Christen I always remember you easy to wok with you @ nice personallaty.
Where ever you are now I will prey my way ( Bhuddist way ) Peace and Happy Journey.
Dorje Lukhang

In the short time I knew your mother here in Denver, I was so very impressed by her intelligence, witty nature, and love for life. All of us Rockette Alumnae came together to support each other. We went out to dinner and ended up of course connecting right away:) Kirsten was such a joy and light among us, she will be so very missed....