Janet Rae Hudina (Jacklin)

How do you explain the feeling of human sunshine? How do you translate the feeling of warmth into words? A 20 foot tall personality, in a 5 foot somethin' frame. A woman who never understood her impact, rarely put herself first but was the fuel for so many others to know their worth. She was a cookie from scratch fresh out of the oven, a hand stitched name on a stocking, a painting of a landscape from which we’ve only dreamt, a jar of jam made with strawberries fresh from the garden or a truthful remark masked with a “bless your heart”. She was the epitome of sarcasm, a crooked smile, & a discreet middle finger. 

She was art, she was love, she was rough around the edges, she was acceptance, she was brash, she was predictable yet so unexpected. She was a walking contradiction, the push you in the pool but hand you a towel to dry off type. Hated pictures, but when caught candid, showed every emotion on her face. She was an Idaho sunset, with angel pillow clouds. She was a book, not an open one, but the kind you can’t put down, filled with endless knowledge, & cliff hangers, the kind of story line that requires sequels. Survived by too many to name, but a family that knows life will never be the same. 

The original matriarch, the “I’ll get it done” kind, Mom, Gram, Grandma Quilty, Janet Rae Hudina, you will be missed until the end of time.