In Lifestyle I always turned first to Nancy’s essay. I remember one about the gift of a robot vacuum cleaner for a friend, some about short interesting travels. Nancy Miller, William Woo, past editor and columnist Elaine Viets, all now missing from the Post’s pages.

I wish I had written Nancy two years ago when I thought of it and told her how much I liked her.

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When we remember Nancy, we remember her smile. That warm smile that exuded interest, care, love and respect. Nancy Miller will be missed, but never forgotten.

I hadn’t seen Nancy since 1992, when I left the Post-Dispatch, after a career there of 20 years. But I remember her as being reliable, soft spoken, deferential, talented, and a good person to have on your team.

I’m shocked and saddened to hear of this tragedy.

I feel as if I’ve lost a friend, though I never had the pleasure of meeting Nancy Miller. Each week, I looked forward to her Lifestyle column and I was sorry to see her retire last June. I am still trying to make sense of the loss of someone so vibrant and in love with life. I hope the Post-Dispatch issues a commemorative book of her columns through the years . My condolences to her family and friends.

I never met Nancy, but I loved her column and her stories about the simple pleasures in life. When I moved to this area, she was one of my best finds. I feel like I lost a friend and am haunted by her murder. I offer my condolence to her family.

My dearest Nancy:

Thank you for allowing me to be part of your world.

I feel so privileged to have had the opportunity to know you and I will cherish the memories, always. I smile when I think of you. You are beautiful through and through. It is unbearable to believe you are really gone. I always said you were an angel and I meant it.

Like so many others, I didn’t know Nancy but felt like she was an old friend. I looked forward to reading her column each Saturday. I missed her so much when she retired in June and haven’t enjoyed Lifestyles since. I am haunted by her tragic, senseless death. I only hope her family and dear friend, Peter, will be comforted by all the wonderful tributes to this special lady.

There have been very few people in my life who have inspired me to be a better person, let alone a better journalist. Nancy Miller was one of those people. I’ve worked for The Scene, the student newspaper of St. Louis Community College - Forest Park since January 2006, serving most of that time as photographer and photo editor. This semester, I have also taken on the additional duties of sports editor. Even though it seemed like a heavy work load for me, Nancy made me feel like I could do it. I drew new energy and a new passion for my work from her. Her enthusiasm was infectious and I looked forward to working with her and catching some of her mojo even if only through osmosis.

This past week has been difficult, especially as a journalist covering this tragic event for The Scene. I know I should remain impartial and not let my feelings influence my writing, yet my heart aches and wants nothing more than justice at this point. If I hurt this much after only knowing Nancy for the short period she was with The Scene, I can’t imagine the grief and sorrow of those who worked with her for years or even decades, or who knew her their whole lives.

My thoughts and prayers go out to her family, and by family I mean friends, anyone who ever worked with her, or read her columns, because that’s how she made us feel - like we were family.

I waited this long to write something. I just didn’t know what to say. I met Nancy at the newly-formed St. Charles bureau. We both started around the same time. For some reason, we could always make each other smile. Years later when we were both in the Downtown office and we saw each other on the elevator, we both instantly smiled. So, what can you say about the person that taught you how to use the word “nonplussed” with a Southern accent? And what do you say about someone who recommends that you go see the Land of Kong when you go on a trip to Arkansas? You can say that she was truly one of a kind. The great thing for me is that anytime someone mentions her, I will always smile.
Susan Emory

As a freelancer for the Lifestyle section, I was privileged to communicate with Nancy, whether by e-mail or phone, on a weekly basis. I always looked forward to those moments, invariably punctuated by laughs, that we shared. What a loss. What a legacy of joy she leaves behind.