Keula "Kyla" Kilgore
November 29, 1972 ~ December 19, 2015
Resided in:
Asheville, NC
Keula "Kyla" Kilgore, 43, of Asheville, died Saturday, December 19, 2015.
A native of Tuscaloosa, AL, she was a daughter of Walter Keuler Kilgore II ("Ky") and Kay Armstrong Kilgore Bone.
In addition to her parents, she is survived by siblings Skye Mallory (Michael), Lucas Kilgore, and Katherine Kilgore; nephews Tynan and Clyde Mallory; boyfriend Clay Chambers; and a host of friends in Asheville, New Orleans, and all over the world.
Family and friends are invited to join us in honoring the life and light of Keula Francis Kilgore in New Orleans, Louisiana, on January 16, 2016, at 2 p.m. We plan to meet in Washington Square Park (700 block of Frenchman, where Keula used to live), take part in a second line jazz march from the park to the river, then board the ferry and scatter her ashes in the river.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to your favorite charity.
Groce Funeral Home on Patton Ave. is assisting the family.
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So sad to hear about Keula what a wonderful Human Being, she will be missed.
It was so nice knowing her. She was well-liked by everyone at work. We are so sorry she is no longer here.
Just found out – in shock, to put it mildly. Now searching frantically for photos to send along to your lovely Mom, and hoping they didn’t disappear in my 2015 computer crash. Good lord – still can’t believe it. If anyone reading this has photos please please send them to me c/o this site, okay ? Keula – thank you for being in my life. Peace and comfort to your family. Wow this sucks…
Skye,
So sorry to hear of Keula’s passing. Will be praying for your family. God bless,
Charlie and Jane
I’m thinking of Keula, as I so often do, this time as her birthday approaches. I made a note of it in my diary so that I would never forget and always made a point of getting in touch and catching up at this time of year. We’d reminisce, exchanging stories and memories of the French Quarter in NOLA.
Keula, seeing me sat by myself at the Shim Sham, befriended me, asking if I’d like to join her and her friends at the table near the door. Her approach was so friendly and her smile so welcoming I broke into a smile myself and joined her.
Our weekend, the weekend of the Jazz festival, blossomed. I found myself swimming in one of her friend’s back yard pools; massaging everyone’s feet at the Jazz Festival – we somehow got free tickets but didn’t stay long; drinking at all the joints leading up to (or perhaps starting from Checkpoint Charlies) where Keula introduced me to the depth charge – a baileys within a guinness downed in one.
Keula was always a shining light, never far away, always happy to see me and everyone else she bumped into. She brought tremendous love and light in its truest sense into people’s lives. She lived through her smile and I was truly amazed to never see it leave her face.
Thankfully, the internet meant we could keep in touch, despite the ocean that separated us.
These days, I don’t fly so the chances of seeing Keula again I knew were slim. There is always the boat though. I had hoped that one day I would be able to take the boat and arrange to meet up with Keula, somehow, somewhere along the east coast or maybe back in NOLA.
I count my time spent with Keula as one of the happiest times in my life and one I will always treasure.
For me, New Orleans is Keula. It won’t be the same again.
Happy Birthday for Tuesday Keula from Manchester UK. Keep on being an angel.
Lots of love,
Steve xxx