Our family tradition is to light a yartzeit candle on the anniversary of our loved ones passing, every year from now on. Lacey will be remembered in this way by her Uncle Wally & Aunt Jayne as long as we live. She was truly special. On Lacey’s birthday today, we send our love and best wishes to David & Donna Watson. May Lacey Jayne Watson’s name always be a blessing.

As the youngest of three, I remember Lacey holding her own as a 2 year old. She insisted her sisters treat her as an equal and she be included in their activities. She knew what she wanted from a young age. When she was 9, her family moved to West Seattle where we lived. Within weeks, she made friends with all the neighborhood children and became their leader. As her aunt, I watched her find her passion for music and develop her personal style. I admired her confidence, her warmth (she never lacked for friends), intelligence and down to earth/upbeat spirit. She became a manager of a Fabric/Crafts store before she completed high school and I then knew she would be successful in anything she pursued (and she did as we all know). Of course she would be a leader too. Close family/friend relationships and professional success was not enough. Lacey also volunteered to make this world a better place. I not only lost my wonderful niece (although I have so many great memories), the world lost a very special person who still had so much more to contribute.  

Our dearest Lacey Jayne Watson is a streak of light across our Universe that can never be extinguished. I am her Uncle Wally, brother to her mother Donna. When Lacey came into the world, I was a young man just trying to figure out how the world works. Even as a young girl Lacey presented an upbeat, happy-go-lucky persona that was infectious and inspiring to those around her, including me. When I got married to her Aunt Jayne, and we then had three of Lacey’s first cousins, Daniel, Anna & Joshua, Lacey became part of all our lives. She organized the kids in the neighborhood and was the center of virtually everything going on. She loved her sisters Brooke and Melissa beyond measure. She also provided her parents Donna and Dave with an engaging and unique spirit that was limitless and uplifting. Lacey could seemingly do anything she focused her mind on. I was personally awed by her ability to absorb music while also engaging the business world in a very technical and legally confusing environment. No matter what the challenges were facing Lacey, she pushed through the darkness and provided light for everyone around her. This is the life skill I learned from Lacey. I am now retired, and my children have all established their own families, but we have all been touched by Lacey’s presence. She still lives in my heart and will be there as an inspiration for the rest of my life. Uncle Wally

Lacey came into our lives when she and our daughter, Sarah, became friends at Denny Middle School. We didn't see her often, but over the years we considered her our virtual daughter -- her name right below Sarah's on our Christmas list of people receiving peanut brittle and potica. Lacey will forever be remembered in our family for her loving and supportive friendship, her amazing drive and determination, and for introducing the concept of "squidgy bits" to our food lexicon! She is greatly missed.

Lacey was an amazing friend, without judgement and filled with forgiveness.
She commiserated and helped any way she could.
She was insightful and a hard worker, smart and dedicated to achieving her goals.
If you knew her you couldn't help but be drawn in with her zest for life, generosity and ability to rap a Dr. Dre tune exceptionally.
We are lesser without her around and will be forever loved, and missed.

I knew Lacey as my sister's BFF, sidekick, and a colorful light (even in the goth look). She was up for anything and a steadfast friend. I admired the fun adventures they cooked up. She was there through ups and downs over many years. I hope she knows how loved and cherished she was.

It is impossible to articulate what the world lost when Lacey left us. A brilliant mind, charismatic, an amazing human. To say I will cherish our time growing up together is an understatement. I will miss you forever Lacey Jayne. Fly high and I look forward to the day we meet again.

I met Lacey through a friend. We met a few times and to be around her was to experience joy. She had an incredible sense of humour and I laughed a lot. She will be missed by so many.

I was frequently told Lacey "has all the best words". I am sure she took them, so we all just have to settle.
Lacey was exceptionally generous, and I'm thankful I got to meet her.
While I'm not sure she was ever truly a birder, as I was told they all have a list, but hers was "bird, bird, chubby bird, bird". She is the only person to threaten me both with themselves and dietarily at the same time.
She was so charming and nice in just the short period I got to meet her.
She will be remembered.

What a joy it was to be around Lacey! Since I'm Rachelle's mom, my interaction with her was a little different than her friends, but I loved every minute of "Lacey-ness". Her quick wit and sense of humor always left me with side splitting laughter. I've never met anyone with such a powerful combination of the two and I'm grateful for every experience.

I also (naively) asked her about her job and received an articulate and impressive explanation that educated me on the intricacies of imports and their impact on the global economy. I understood everything she said (well, at least some of it). Obviously, her breadth of knowledge was amazing but what was even more remarkable was her passion and excitement with what she was doing - she was literally glowing. It was contagious and wonderful to witness. I was proud for her!

What a fantastic, creative, smart and powerful package. And what a horrible and tragic loss. It's too soon and unfair and I don't have any words to make that less painful for anyone. But I think this website will help. You've all done an amazing job and I hope everyone finds some comfort and joy in the thoughts that will be expressed here.

Lastly, I believe part of her unicorn, rockstar, superhuman, amazing friend/partner, punk as f*ck spirit lives on through the thoughts and actions of those that love her.

I first met Lacey in High School as the late joiner from a different middle school. My initiation to the friend group was being introduced to them with their calling card bands. “ Who is that?”, I asked. “ Oh that’s Emily, she’s Foo Fighters. Over there is Amanda, she’s Everclear. Pitzen, she’s Beck, Rachelle is Bush & Graham is the Beatles.” “ Who’s Lacey then?” “ Oh, Lacey is the Sex Pistols.”
Lacey was at first skeptical of me. “ I don’t think she likes me very much.”
"Oh, Lacey? She does that to everyone, just give her time.” I think we finally became friends when Lacey realized that I would happily make myself look like an idiot in order to make her laugh. I very much enjoyed amusing her & wouldn’t give up trying to make her chuckle so she finally adopted me into our friendship. After that were many fond memories of hangouts doing funny things, listening to music, cheering games, going on band trips, going to shows, campouts, bowling, driving around West Seattle at night, and of course many more laughs.
One of our funny high school hallway bits was to make impressions of Leon Phelps ( The Ladies Man) which somehow between Lacey and I involved a can of yams. So then afterward she and I would sign off to each other with love yams or in my yam heart.
Lacey is so many things to me and to so many people. She was fierce and sometimes would tell me the things I didn’t want to hear but needed. She gave great advice and could see things clearly where I could not. She was funny, whip-smart, and had great comic timing. She was private and stoic about things she was not fond of. She was vivacious, layered, dynamic, delightful, passionate, and stylish. Her hair was bright, her outfits and jewelry were always creative and her heart was huge. How I will miss her laugh. Her ability to make the moment electric. I guess I still don’t believe a spirit like hers could ever be gone.
In one of our last conversations, I said something about her relaxing. In true Lacey fashion, her response was “ Lace don’t do the relax. C'mon. Too punk rock for that nonsense!”.
Oh, Lace, what a corker you are. Love you to the moon and back.