Rest in Peace, Misty
The founders of Urban Neighbors, 2007: From left, Sharon Rodine, Jeff Bezdek, David Remy and Misty Kemp. - BY MATT STRASEN, THE OKLAHOMAN
We’ll talk more about this later. For now, Misty’s passing is being discussed here at www.okctalk.com.
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Misty and I became friends back in 1999. I had just separated from my husband and when we met our personalities just “clicked” from then on we were inseparable. We had sooo many fun times together. Whether it was at the lake, running around downtown Austin or just hanging out with other friends we were ALWAYS laughing and having a good time. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago when she moved to Oklahoma to “START OVER” we sort of lost touch. We talked on the phone allot still but it just wasn’t the same. I can still hear her laugh and think of her often. I really miss my friend. I love you Misty. Forever,~Mandy
I just found this. I did not know. I met Misty when we were 17 years old, sitting on her Aunt’s porch. I got to know her. It turned out we were actually born within seconds of each other. It was like we knew each other all our lives. We had a brief but fiery love, like all teens do, but it was not meant to be. Then she was gone. Married and part of some one elses life. We kept in touch, chatting every couple of years on our birthday. It was only recently that I realized I had not heard from her in a few years and decided to look her up and discovered this. My heart weeps. She was special. Chris Dubuque
I just stumbled across this site by accident and was so pleased. I am Misty’s aunt/foster mother. She came to live with us in Rouses Point, New York, in the summer before her senior year in High School. She spent the summer with us, but when she went back to her father’s home in Machias, Maine, she called me and asked if she could live with us. I talked him and he said that if I didn’t take her he was going to dump her on her mother’s doorstep. I talked to my husband and he said that every kid needs a home and to tell Misty he would come and pick her up. There is much more to the story but I want you all to know that the year or so that Misty lived with us before she married was one of the happiest of my life. I miss her with all my heart and soul. Thank you for keeping her memory out here for all who loved her.
B. Quint