Passed away on Saturday Jan. 3, 2026. Loving wife of the late Perry Humphrey. Beloved mother of Sonya Hardebeck and the late Rick, Rodney and Tonya Little. Cherished grandmother of Tonya (Justin) Brewer, Nikolette Vilmer, Allyson (Kameron) McGovern, Carson Hardebeck and the late Crystal Little. Our dear great grandmother of 9, sister-in-law, aunt, cousin and friend.
Funeral at Kutis South County Chapel (5255 Lemay Ferry) on Mon. Jan 12th at 9AM. Interment JB National Cemetery. Visitation at Kutis on Sun. 4-8PM.
I’m sending prayers and hugs especially to Sonia she was her mother’s keeper she loved you so much !!!She was one heck of a lady..I’m so sorry for your loss.. just know HEAVEN gained one beautiful amazing angel ! ❣️ 😇
FAMILY FOREVER!! LOVE,RICHELLE & RICKY NOVAK
Seventy-one years pressed into her palms like weathered prayers.
She buried three children and learned the language of earth.
Grief taught her to breathe through cracks in the day.
Lately, illness sat beside her, an uninvited, faithful guest.
Still, she chose a road that asked everything of her feet.
It was steep, it was narrow, it was honest.
She loved with a strength that did not make noise.
She broke, and stood, and broke again, still standing.
September 16, 1954, the world learned her name.
January 3, 2026, the world learned to miss it.
Her life was not gentle, but it was real.
Mom, your suffering did not erase your grace.
It taught us how courage survives the dark.
Today we gather to honor my mother, a woman whose life cannot be summarized by ease or simplicity, but by courage, endurance, and truth.
She was born on September 16, 1954, and she left this world on January 3, 2026, at the age of 71. Between those dates lived a story marked not by comfort, but by resilience. My mother walked a road that asked much of her, sometimes more than seems fair and sometimes of her own making, and yet she walked it anyway.
She endured a pain few can imagine: the loss of three of her own children. That kind of grief does not fade; it settles into the bones. And still, she kept going. She loved and she lived. That alone tells us everything about the strength of her heart.
She was married three times, and each chapter of her life reflected her willingness to believe, to hope, and to begin again. Not every choice led to peace, and not every road was kind, but she never pretended otherwise. She chose her path with eyes wide open. And she owned it.
She did not apologize for the life she lived, because it was honest. It was hers.
She knew struggle intimately, yet she did not let it define her spirit. She laughed when she could. She loved fiercely. She survived what might have broken others. And through it all, she remained unapologetically herself.
Today, we do not say goodbye to a perfect life, we say goodbye to a brave imperfect one. A life that mattered because it was real. A woman who taught us, through her own struggles, that strength does not mean the absence of pain, but the courage to keep living alongside it.
Mom, your journey was difficult, but you were so strong.
Your love remains.
Your story remains.
And so do you, within all of us who carry your spirit forward.
May you finally rest, free of pain, surrounded by the family you have lost and the peace you earned.