Birth date: Jan 18, 1957 Death date: Jan 24, 2014
Lisa Young (57) of Seattle died peacefully at her home on January 24, 2014, after a valiant battle with cancer. Lisa Stephanie Young was born on January 18, 1957, in Massapequa, NY, the daughter of John Sacia Young and Rita S. Fay Read Obituary
We had fun climbing , dancing , and hanging out in her loft !HER love ! her work shop ,
her everything (and good food!) I will always MISS your beautiful smile ! Love Rich
Sorry to hear of your loss, keeping you in our hearts and prayers
Mary and Olivia Hoskins
Kansas City MO
I met Lisa in an illustration class at the School of Visual Arts, where we spent four years getting our BFAs. We bonded pretty quickly, having much in common, including our love of art, music, books, and hot guys. I was impressed with her quiet ambition, determination and courage. Nothing seemed to daunt her. This was mostly in evidence when, years after we graduated and she left New York City for Seattle, I visited her there, in her downtown loft. I was in awe of all she’d done — started a business from scratch, worked in materials she’d known almost nothing about. I asked how she knew how to do all this. She shrugged and said she’d just figured it out. Her switch plates and other products were gorgeous, and very much her style. Even the interior design in her loft was original and artistic. I remember once back in NYC I admired her winter coat and asked where she’d bought it. “I made it,” she replied.
Memorable image: One summer day after we’d graduated, when we both lived on the Upper Westside of Manhattan, I was walking down Broadway and Lisa came gliding along on her rollerblades wearing short shorts and a tank top, her cool, crazy hair flying.
The last time I saw her we were middle-aged and spent a week in Nantucket. It was great to be in such a beautiful, relaxing environment with an old friend, where the stresses and responsibilities of our adult lives were put in storage for a little while and we could just BE. We reminisced about our younger selves, but we talked mostly about our present lives, our accomplishments, disappointments and fleeting happinesses. Even though some people say nostalgia is self-indulgent and a waste of time, it’s these memories that keep me with one foot in the past, which isn’t a bad place to be. These memories inspire me, and keep the people who’ve been important to me relevant. Lisa will continue to inspire me. I’ll miss her.
My condolences to Lisa's family and friends.
Katherine
