On Wednesday, October 12th, we lost a member of our family when Cindi Vickers lost her fight with cancer after a heroic battle for over 2 years.
Cindi, in her words, refused to let the cancer “win” and up until just a couple of weeks before her passing was still working from home. She will be greatly missed by everyone in the company but especially by those in the accounting department.
She was that rare individual who could (and did) process accounting data with great accuracy and speed at the same time she was refereeing a squabble over the phone between her kids to decide who got the last Pop-Tart while simultaneously diagnosing the problem with a technician’s vehicle based on the description of the sounds. And she knew the best place to get it repaired – a true story!
Cindi was the master of the multi-task. Her can-do attitude and work ethic refused to let her treat the company’s money any different than she treated her own and we always knew that with her on the job each penny would be stretched for the best value. Cindi genuinely loved accounting (yes, they do exist!) and would accept any task and/or responsibility given to her and would not only complete it but own it. The greater the challenge the more she liked it.
Cindi once said that she “didn’t know how to quit” and as an observer to the grace, humor, and determination that she faced her illness with we can say unequivocally that no truer statement has ever been made. She thrived on being busy but never minded the multitude of interruptions and never hesitated to answer a question, solve a problem, offer a helping hand, or just lend an ear.
Anyone who knew Cindi knew she was fiercely devoted to her family and so proud of her children. Her devilish grin and wicked quick wit spread joy to anyone she came in contact with. Her stories about learning auto mechanics from her grandfather, her “redneck” relatives, “white trash royalty” and the best moonshine recipe in Limestone County provided endless entertainment and made our jobs fun even through the busiest days and toughest deadlines.
Many of us here have a favorite “Cindi story” and this week as we’ve reminisced there’s been tears in our eyes but also smiles on our faces; even a chuckle or two. That was her everlasting gift to all of us – the gift of laughter. Some birds aren’t meant to be caged, their feathers are too bright. And when they fly away the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice but the place you live in is that much more drab and empty now that they’re gone. Simply put, we miss our friend.