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Christine smith posted a condolence
Thursday, May 9, 2019
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Wednesday, November 28, 2018
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Brian O'Rourke posted a condolence
Friday, November 9, 2018
It's life's toughest challenge, saying goodbye to someone you love. Nancy Hope was the first friend I made in 1987 when the Navy sent me from San Diego to the San Francisco Bay Area. She was an old-school sailor through and through: ornery as hell, tattoos, smoked like a chimney, could make babies cry from several feet away, drank like Oliver Reed, never suffered fools lightly, cursed like a parrot in a brothel, and dragged me out of as much trouble as I dragged her into. The first impression Nancy always made on people was that she was tough as nails, but (she'd never admit) she was a true softie. We did a lot from 1987 through a good part of the '90s -- carousing through the streets and bars of San Francisco, getting together every Thursday night in the spring of 1990 to watch our beloved series TWIN PEAKS, raising holy hell twice a year up at California's Russian River, making sure we were the first two people in the movie theater line opening night of THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, endlessly replaying in 1989 Madonna's LIKE A PRAYER and Janet Jackson's RHYTHM NATION albums. We shared a love of music and movies: Nancy schooled me on The Beatles, I made her watch and rewatch the early films of Brian De Palma. We debated politics and ALIEN 3. We played and partied all over the Bay Area -- SF, Oakland, Concord, Walnut Creek, Vallejo, Sacramento -- and in Honolulu and Philadelphia, too. And we both loved to read and read and read. We scared the shit out of each other after reading the true crime book ZODIAC, even visiting some of the actual crime scenes ("Look, Nancy, is that someone in the woods over there?"). Nancy would read a book and pass it to me while I'd pass her the book I'd just read. I still thank Nancy for introducing me to the novel SIX OF ONE by Rita Mae Brown, and Nancy became a devout fan of writer Clive Barker when I loaned her my copy of BOOKS OF BLOOD. We met Barker together in the early '90s at a book signing, when Nancy surreptitiously handed him a card with my phone number on it. I got her back later when we met Sandra Bernhard at another book signing. This would probably be as good a time as any to apologize to Nancy for all the practical jokes I played on her through the years -- the stink bombs and prank phone calls and the face markings while passed out, the bucket of water from the cabin roof at the Russian River, and, best -- or worst -- of all, the neverending exploding cigarettes ("POP!") ... but no, that apology is not going to happen. I know that despite all the resulting chases and threats and revenge attempts, Nancy actually enjoyed telling and re-telling the stories later with more than a touch of pride: "I let that little shit live ..." Nancy and I hadn't seen each other in many years before she passed away yesterday. I left the Bay Area for San Diego at the end of the '90s, Nancy eventually returned home to North Carolina. But we never lost touch, and continued to debate politics and movies and music over the years. Several years ago Nancy was diagnosed with cancer ... it was a very tough battle and, true to form, Nancy fought it Nancy-style: ornery as hell, smoking like a stack, swearing like the devil on Sunday. She put up a goddamn good fight, too, right up to the end. Nance, you took a big piece of my heart with you -- it's no exaggeration at all to say you and I shared some of the very best, fun, memorable years of my life together. I'm pretty certain they were for you too. I'll miss you, old(er) friend ... but I will think of you often and with the truest smile.
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Janmarie Crabbe posted a condolence
Friday, November 9, 2018
Nancy and I taught together for over a decade. She was a friend to students and staff alike. My two grandsons adored Nancy and she used to take them for rides in her fancy car.
I have too many stories to tell but I have to say that Nancy was an original, smart and funny, always willing to play a joke or make a little mischief! She will be missed by her friends from Heald College.
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Craig Sublette posted a condolence
Thursday, November 8, 2018
My deepest sympathy to you all. I met Nancy in California and will always treasure the times we had. She holds a special place in my heart and memories.
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