Vicki Lynn Larson

My big sister, I love you. I came into this family a kid at 15, became your sister when I married Tim. I always looked up to you, I always wanted to be crafty and good at everything like you were, but no dice lol infact you were amazing the way you were always there and so loving of a momma to the kids. I always admired you and we shared a lot of great moments and times. You always knew what to do when my boys were sick or whatever we needed. They loved their Aunt Vicky. Thank you for all the comfort and love you gave to us and happy times we all shared. You are loved and missed my sister. Until we meet again thank you for your sweet love.

Vicki and I belonged to the same Facebook group that was about owning, and being owned by a white cat. Gandalf (her cat) and Vicki had just survived a house fire. We wrote to each other to commiserate about the downfalls of life. Despite this setback she recovered quickly and thereafter was always upbeat and sharing. It seems that snow was her arch enemy and she posted many photos of the battle. Even in the sterile environment of of a Facebook group her warmth, sense of humor and kindness has shown through. She shared a moment recently where she just sat down, relaxed and reviewed her life, the completeness of her life washed over her and she was content. I'm glad she had that moment and I'm glad she shared it. I will miss Vicki.

Vicki is my cousin. I remember spending summers with the family when I was younger. She most always had a smile and a nice thing to say. My sister Carrie and I just reconnected with her via facebook and had a few long talks over the phone it was sure nice catching up and always loved seeing her posts about her kids, grandkids and her beloved Betty White. I know my mom Betty and all her family is watching over her. She will be missed greatly.

I remember Vicki as being a good,honest,loving,caring woman who would tell it like it was, She was a breath of fresh air....And one of my mom's oldest and dearest friends.

From our adventures when I was a kid, making dirt tracks for hot wheels, being your official taste tester for potato salad, building forts, to being an adult sitting in your living room drinking some good sweet tea and watching you love on our babies. So many of my best memories have you in them.

You poured out your heart for us every chance you got. If you saw an opportunity to help someone you always did it. You always knew what to say to keep my head up. You called me for advice and always told me you were proud of me. Thanks Momma. I'm so glad to be your son.