“Our Loss,” Nancy wrote on my favorite piece of personal Post-Dispatch memorabilia, a 2×3 foot caricature poster inked by Dan Martin as a parting gift when I left the Post in 1995. Nancy will live on in my memory as a gentle and forgiving soul. Always encouraging, witty and appreciative of simple kindnesses, Nancy really made the newsroom feel like family. No Nancy, the “loss” is really ours.

Such a beautiful lady. I helped Nancy carry the boxes to her car on her final day at the Post-Dispatch. We joked a bit and I remember her stopping at the elevator for one final look back at the newsroom that she loved so much. There was a sadness in her that is impossible to describe. The awful senslessness is too much to understand.
Bill Smith

Saturday mornings at the kitchen table…. I would always save the best for last, Nancy’s column.

I have never connected with a columnist or journalist until I found her. I still have a column of hers that I cut out years ago and still read faithfully- a gentle, yet funny reminder about how to treat people and deal with life’s little ups and downs.

Nancy- you were a gift to all of us, whether we knew you personally or through the written word. You will be missed.

Like many posters here, I always enjoyed Nancy Miller’s columns in the Lifestyle section. I was absolutely shocked to read of her brutal murder — even more so when I realized that she was only a year older than I am. There but for the grace of God …

Obviously she touched many lives during her too-short time on this Earth. I hope the Post-Dispatch and/or Lee Publications will consider setting up a scholarship fund in Nancy’s memory — perhaps one here in St. Louis and one at her alma mater (University of Arkansas).

Bill McClellan’s column in Monday’s paper was a lovely tribute.

Nancy’s column was the very first thing I’d read, and I always enjoyed hearing about her week, what she and her sisters did or where she and Peter had dinner. I was so upset when she was no longer in Lifestyle, and am crushed to hear of her senseless death. So, so sad.

I didn’t know Nancy, and to my knowedge, I never read any of her articles. But I am greatly saddend by her death all the same. No one deserves to be a victim of such a brutal crime. What happened to her is too awful for words, and I just can’t imagine how one human being could do something like that to another. My thoughts and prayers are with her and her loved ones.

Hey Nancy, today is Monday—–I cried—–almost all day. The last three days I’ve been in shock. You are a special lady with a Southern charm that will be missed. I thought about you on my way home from work. It’s warm today and I opened the sunroof. Remember when you couldn’t close your sunroof? We both giggled and prayed that it wouldn’t rain.
Your Lifestyle Assistant
Karen

I joined the Post-Dispatch staff the same year as Nancy, 1977, but left her and so many other wonderful friends behind when I moved on 13 years later to other publications. The Post years were just the best in terms of good memories and good people. I think of you all now with love and share your sorrow.

Many years ago, before Nancy moved to St. Louis, she was my assistant city editor at what was then the Arkansas Democrat (now the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette). I was the city editor at the time - a 20-something way over his head. Nancy spent much of her time turning my bad decisions into good ones.

Over time we became friends. I’ll never forget the time I took her fishing on Lake Maumelle near Little Rock. Nancy was a born newspaper person, but I promise she was not a born fisherman.

On the day of our trip, the temperature was in the 90s. Nancy showed up at the marina with her fishing equipment - a half gallon jug of Gallo wine and a package of Dixie cups. Red wine and the Arkansas sun conspired in the usual way. The last coherent statement from Nancy that day was: I am so confused.

Today, I’m the one who feels confused. We only meet a few truly exceptional people in our lives, Nancy was one of mine.

I am a friend of Nancy Miller’s sister, Vivian Nix. I wanted to let all of Nancy’s former co-workers and friends know that I am deeply sorry for your loss. I am praying for all of you and the family. I wanted to share with you my thoughts about Nancy:

I meet Nancy only once, last year at her sister’s college graduation. Nancy “met no strangers”. It was like we had known each other for years. Almost immediately, we shared some common bonds. We both “loved to talk”. Ha. Ha. Which I am sure her sister Vivian can attest. We also enjoyed talking about our families and how proud we were of their accomplishments, especially on that day. Nancy was a loving, kind, caring and warm person whom I was privileged and honored to have known. To all of Nancy’s family and friends, May God’s love surround you, His grace sustain and lift you up, and His peace comfort you during this time.