"You're so cute. I like your face."--a teen girl to an 8 year old boy.
"I feel like I never go to the bathroom anymore."--my coworker, resigning herself to life at our job.
"Can someone come over here and entertain me?"--a teen girl, to a room full of her friends.
KC was the epitome of a firecracker, super dedicated to her work and her coworkers, and unbelievably caring to everyone around her, despite her brash exterior.
Last winter, when I co-hosted the holiday party for staff, we gave everyone a superlative award, and choosing which award to give KC was the easiest decision we made: Bark is Worse Than Her Bite.
She was beyond tickled and thrilled to receive it and kept it in a frame at the front desk.
Even in her final weeks, she had enough balls to flirt with the beautiful male nurse assigned to her and the generosity to ask how we were all doing.
KC was fierce, loud, abrasive, hilarious, a true individual, and full of piss and vinegar.
Her hair and nails were always just so.
She listened to Motown and Rock n Roll and could never quite figure out how her email worked. She did the work of about 2 1/2 people and kept our building running as smoothly as possible, without any of us even knowing.
But most importantly, she loved our kids, wanted only to keep them safe, and had a great love of life.
There will never be another like her. We will never forget her, and work will never be the same without her.