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Connie Nannemann
August 8, 1949 - September 25, 2005
When I was home several weeks ago to say my goodbyes
to Mom, she asked me to do this for her. She made me
promise to keep it short; she said that people don't
want to sit here and listen to me babbling about her.
That was mom. Always worrying about others. I remember
a conversation we had in which she told me she was worried
that she wasn't going to have all of her funeral arrangements
done before she was too sick to finish them. She didn't want Dad
or anyone else having to do any of it. I think maybe it
was because she didn't want any of us messing anything up!
One of her worst fears this past year was that she wouldn't
be remembered. Looking at all of you here today, I don't think
she really needed to worry about that one. Dad, Chad, and I all
thought she worried about everything just a bit too much. Of
course we know that all that worrying was only because she cared so much.
We know she will be watching over us, and we know she will continue
worrying about us all. In fact, I know she already is:
And I have little story to prove it: Due to mom's illness and us
being in New York, my son Chandler has done quite a bit of flying
in his 2 1/2 years. He's pretty much an expert flyer. Before we left
New York we told him we were coming to see Grandpa & Uncle Chad, and
Grandma & Grandpa Knickerbocker. We didn't even want to bring up his
Grandma Nannemann to him. He was very excited, even more so than he
usually is, when we got to the airport. He brought a couple of his
favorite toys on the plane for the flight. When we took off, he
shouted, "We're going really fast Mom!" When we reached cruising
altitude, the captain came on and made his announcements. I think he
said we were cruising at 40,000 feet. Chandler was playing with one
of his toy guys, talking to himself quietly, when all of a sudden,
he put his toy guy up to the window and very excitedly asked,
"Hi Grandma! What you doin out there??"
Mom was a living angel here on earth who was selfless with her
worries and caring for others. We all know that's not going to
change a bit now that she's in heaven
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Frances Beverly "Bev" Uecker
March 20, 1947 - April 14, 2005
Bev died April 14, 2005 at Central Wyoming Hospice Home
following a lengthy illness. She enjoyed spinning, weaving
and arts and crafts. She taught spinning and weaving at
Casper College and taught crafts at the Blind Camp.
She also enjoyed singing, camping and riding her motorcycle
and going on the Chick's Run every year.
Bev will be remembered for her appreciation on time spent in
the company of people and animals.
Bev was courageous, full of life and an inspiration to
everyone she met. She will be missed!!
The 2005 Chick's Run was in memory of Bev. Thanks to all of our
participants and sponsors, we raised $12,000 and split it between
Central Wyoming Hospice (in Bev's name) and Hospice of the Big Horns.
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Kelley Taylor
June 13, 1979 - September 15, 2002
Who is Kelley Taylor? Kelley was on the run in 2002 and for
those of you who didn't get the opportunity to meet her,
here is her story…..
Kelley was from Thermopolis, Wyoming and just 23 years young.
She was strikingly beautiful - inside and out. She shared
the same passion for riding, as all of us do. She was extremely
close to her parents and niece, who still reside in Thermopolis.
Kelley ended her relationship with her abusive boyfriend and was
moving on with her life. She did everything in her power to keep
him from abusing her after the break-up, including filing a
restraining order. On September 15, 2002, her ex-boyfriend
broke into her house and took her out of the house by gunpoint.
He then made her drive her own car downtown Thermopolis where
he selfishly took her life and then like a coward took his own.
We will miss Kelley's smile, humor and friendship on our runs
in the future. We want to make sure she is never forgotten.
Thanks to all of our sponsors and participants in 2003, we were
able to dontate $10,000 to Self-Help Center "Wyoming Against Domestic
Violence" in memory of Kelley.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the Taylor family always.
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Ride on beloved Sister and friend,
On the journey we must make in the end.
Ride on beloved Sister - ride free,
Though each mile takes you farther from me.
Ride on beloved Sister - free from pain,
On a golden road with no rain.
Beloved Sister, your ride was too brief,
For we who are left are left with grief.
Don't fret for the tears we now shed,
For one day we'll share laughter instead.
Just past Heaven's gate,
You have loved ones that wait.
Ride through Little Sister, ride through,
An angel's escort is waiting for you.
Knowing and loving you has made our lives blessed,
Your ride is over, Little Sister, now rest.
Kelleys Uncle Allen
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