To those of you who know me and those of you who have only gotten to know me recently, I'd like to tell you a little about myself. I hope you will focus more on who I was in life, not how my life ended.

My name is Lacy Jo Miller. I was born in Billings, Mont., on Aug. 10, 1982. I
came to Fort Collins when I was 6 years old. I was a Brownie. I loved school,
playing Barbies, tea parties, coloring, dress-up, my best friend Katy, horses,
sleepovers, art class and singing.

When I was in junior high school I ran track, played softball and learned to play the piano and the flute. I loved watching my little brother Kenyan and making things for him. I was quiet and shy for the most part, but once you got to know me, I was funny and would say what was on my mind.

In high school, I was in student council and on the yearbook committee. I loved my friends, hanging out during lunch, doing things I thought my mom didn't know about, driving my car, listening to Dave Matthews Band, dancing, dreaming about being a designer or teacher, talking on the phone, instant messaging my friends, watching "Friends," being a couch potato, sleeping, going to movies, Thanksgivings with my Aunt Stacy and lots more. I loved seeing my Dad and brother Jesse and every year spending time with my grandparents in Texas. I loved my family, I loved Jesus, and I loved life.

I was tragically taken from this planet in January 2003. Regretfully, I leave behind my mother, Wendy (Patterson) Cohen; my father, David Miller,my little brothers: Jessie Miller and Kenyan Kreisher, my best friends: Angela, Andrea, Amanda, Kendra and many more girlfriends.
Thank you for loving me, laughing with me, teaching me what I needed to know and for looking and praying so hard to find me so my parents wouldn't have to worry any more.