Vickie S. Little, 66, died May 16, 2020, following a valiant battle with lung cancer. Friends may gather for an outdoor memorial service at 2 p.m., Saturday, June 6, in Green Lawn Cemetery, 83rd and Hillcrest Road, Kansas City (Gate 2).
Vickie was born to Robert and Senora Little Oct. 23, 1953, in Kansas City. She graduated from Northeast High School and the University of Missouri Kansas City, where she studied acting. She was preceded in death by her parents, brothers Robert and William (Bill), dear friend Tony Johnson and many pets whom she adored.
Following a long career with Theatre for Young America (TYA), Vickie most recently worked at the Waldo Branch of the Kansas City Public Library. But she was best known as an actor, playwright, lyricist, poet, novelist, political commentator, operations manager, human questioner and friend. She created memorable moments onstage, and her sensitive, witty writing captured the human condition in compelling, magical ways.
Vickie’s passing is mourned by friends at TYA, InPlay, Westport Center for the Arts, Union Cemetery Historical Society, KC Melting Pot, the Writers’ Desk, the Kansas City Public Library and DST. She will be remembered and missed by high school and college friends, theatre friends, comic book friends, library friends, factory friends, random friends, best friends and furry friends, including her beloved Stuart.
Memorial contributions may be made to Kansas City Pet Project or Kansas City Spay and Neuter.
By Vickie S. Little Aug. 18, 2019
We rarely count
Our lives in seconds
But in expectations
Our failures dwell
Success flies by
Some dreams remain Cocooned in amber
Golden in our hand Which might not Break
Nor even crack
The resined orb
We number days By faith enduring Or hopes fleeting
The seminal The moving The dreading The gleaming
By friendships burnished Or deeply tarnished
By love’s fresh flush That first kiss Which lingers On our lips
And takes our breath away
We quantify love’s waxing Qualify its waning And that
Which whispers woes
Of love gone by Or know forever
In the heartbeat Of one who soothes Our brief And borrowed time We tally time by births And life renewed And in our imagining Far flung And heady futures To behold Beyond our own
We are the sum
We are our total Exist but in a fraction To lust for more Beyond our measure
As on an abacus We slide the beads Subtract each loss And all our tears Multiply each joy Add our laughter Then slide the beads again To count death too
In the ticking Of this clock Each hand tocks
Away its seconds
Ticks-- The intake of a breath Tocks-- The exhale of a breath
And within That anxious space There all mortality lies
Went to NEHS together ,Trimble
Vickie was so cool, calm and very smart, I always admired her. She performed on our Literary Night in 1971, helped our Theta Society win, that evening, she will always remind a wonderful memory of High School and a Theta Sister💕
Theta sister - Northeast High School ,Holiday ,Florida
May you rest in peace and know that the world was a better place because you were here.
Friend ,Laurel ,Maryland
May your family be comforted with the knowing that Vickie is resting now. She was SO loved by so many. Rest well Vickie, your outspoken personality lives on through the lives of the people you touched. We'll always remember your quick wit, crazy sense of humor and your sarcasm.