Jeanne Gnanamine Loyd

FAMILY

Play “One Sweet Day” once everyone is seated Let love speak softly to us now In the quiet blush of morning, Where dew adorns each petal we gather In the gentle echo of cherished memories Jeanne was a radiant bloom, A tender glow amid life’s shifting shadows Her spirit, a timeless song of kindness and life, Weaves quiet beauty into our hearts. May we hold close her light, each heartbeat a soft caress Uniting us in the endless language of love. Good afternoon, my name is Kay Waller, and I am honored to be with you this afternoon as we reflect on the life of Jeanne (Latour) Loyd. “She is one woman who will be missed!!!" David’s exclamation-filled tribute speaks to the essence of a woman whose life was nothing short of extraordinary. As we gather to celebrate Jeanne, we reflect on the profound impact she had on her family and friends. We gather not only in grief but in deep gratitude, to celebrate the vibrant soul who illuminated this world for 75 beautiful years. Born in Laos on December 8, 1949, Jeanne was a gift to those who knew her—a glimpse of heaven itself. A glimpse of a place where all are loved unconditionally, treated justly, and embraced with pure love devoid of jealousy. Her life reflected these qualities, offering a guiding light to those fortunate enough to know her. On April 9, 2025, her earthly journey came to an end, and leaves behind the broken hearts of her husband, David; children, Reuben, Shanti and Sarah; grandchildren, Lauren, Hailey, Grant, Jaxon, Jude, Hope, Trent, Myah and Jeanneva; great-grandchild, Darby; and 11 brothers and sisters. Jeanne was born into a family of prominence; her childhood was one of privilege. She grew up on a gated property with 14 bedrooms, surrounded by maids and horses, and warm family bonds. Her father, a high-ranking member of the French embassy in Laos, instilled in her a foundation of discipline and intellect, tempered by the heart of a nurturing mother. Her parents didn't shower gifts; instead, they cultivated talents, skills, and a steadfast belief in pursuing greatness through passion and hard work. A striking beauty with long, flowing black hair, she even sold her hair at times, and bore a unique mole on her forehead. A passing monk once told her she was a "lucky star"—a sentiment that echoed throughout her remarkable life. Luck indeed seemed to follow her, from winning lottery tickets at a young age to a memorable $18,000 casino win. But luck was only one element of her story—her courage and determination often propelled her to live life fully, even if it meant breaking rules or embracing risks, like buying a motorcycle against her father’s wishes. Fresh from his tour with the Peace Corps in Nepal, David had heard tales of Laos—a land full of wonder that whispered with the promise of new beginnings. He arrived in Laos, and a chance encounter was set in motion by his dear friend Byron and Byron’s wife, Kak. It was through their connection that Jeanne and David met. Jeanne, a delicate, exotic beauty with a touch of a wild side, and David, with an American bad-boy edge—a handsome man riding his motorcycle and sporting an earring—soon fell in love. Jeanne’s father, protective of his firstborn, naturally sought to ensure that the man who wished to share his daughter’s future was of honorable character. He asked David to hand over his passport for a background check. Upon passing this test Jeanne and David were united in marriage by a Buddhist priest at her home on March 11, 1973. Before we continue, let us pause to reflect on a song that captures the hope and wonder Jeanne carried throughout her life – Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Just as that timeless melody reminds us of dreams that soar beyond the horizon, we now turn to the beginning of Jeanne and David’s remarkable journey together – a story filled with adventure and love. Play “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” Not long after their wedding, the newlyweds packed their belongings onto David’s motorcycle. Their first leg of the adventure led them to Thailand, where they spent three weeks with Jeanne’s aunt and uncle. Here, her uncle overhauled David’s motorcycle, preparing it—and them—for the open road. Together, they ventured down the sunlit coastlines of South Thailand, embracing the hospitality of local families who offered shelter and meals made with fresh, local fish. Their journey continued in Malaysia, where powder-soft sand and the rhythmic emergence of sea turtles from the shore to lay their eggs, became symbols of natural magic. Imagine Jeanne and David, riding atop of these gentle creatures as they returned to the sea. They sold their motorcycle to a German volunteer, a decision that opened the next chapter of their journey as they flew to Gatwick, England, and onward into the heart of Europe. From the quaint charm of Dieppe, France—where Jeanne had family waiting with open arms—to hitchhiking adventures across Paris, Leone, and Bonn in Germany, the couple imbibed the spirit of each place. In Heidelberg, they were welcomed with a red carpet by David’s extended family. Later, on the Autobahn in Germany, a chance encounter with an old neighbor in a brand-new VW reminded them that life is always full of surprises. They found themselves sharing warm meals in a German barracks, sleeping amid the whispering wheat fields, and then heading to Interlaken, Switzerland. There, beside a shimmering lake, Jeanne awoke one serene morning among swans that dipped gracefully to feed. It was a quiet, magical moment. Following their Swiss interlude, their journey led them to Italy. Staying in modest hotels and sampling local delights, they dined in the open air and slept in parks alongside fellow free-spirited travelers. They traveled to Venice, Rome, and the Vatican—where they shared the surreal experience of a wave at the Pope. Eventually, Jeanne and David returned to Jeanne’s aunt and uncle’s home, and with the support of David’s family, they embarked on the journey to New York. With an ad found in the paper for a rideshare to Arkansas, they took yet another leap, venturing further into the unknown until, finally, in September 1973, they arrived in Wichita. They lived in several places in Wichita, built a couple of duplexes and a house before settling in their current home in 2003. David has said that no one truly knows the challenge of trusting a man you love enough to leave behind an entire country. With every step they took on that winding road of life, Jeanne exuded that rare blend of beauty, poise, and strength that made her unforgettable. And while today, David grieves as though half his soul is missing, we are here to remember that the love they shared continues to illuminate his life. Yet, as with every epic tale, life presented its challenges. Moving from a world of cherished familiarity in Laos to the vast, uncertain landscape of America was laden with both hope and hardship. It was a journey into the unknown, where every day demanded courage. Jeanne left behind not only her luxurious upbringing and the warm embrace of her homeland, but also the comforting cadence of her native language and the identity that had always been honored and understood. When Jeanne first arrived in Wichita, the vibrant colors of her heritage clashed with the harsher hues of a new culture. Suddenly, the streets that once resonated with the harmony of her native language became corridors of loneliness where her dark complexion sometimes made her a target of unkind words and misplaced prejudices. Each step into the unknown was a quiet battle against the frustration of being misunderstood and the ache of homesickness, as she longed for the gentle rhythms of the Laos she once knew. Yet, even in these challenging moments, Jeanne's indomitable spirit shone through. Determined not to be defined by the obstacles before her, she sought to make her life here better. Shanti and Reuben crafted tapes to help her master English—a bridge over the cultural divide that separated her from a new life. With every lesson learned, every word mastered, Jeanne transformed her vulnerability into a source of strength. She passed her United States citizenship test on the first try, a triumph that testified to her resilience and her unyielding spirit in making a life full of promise. Her perseverance extended beyond language and cultural adjustments. Despite the weight of isolation and the sting of being called names, Jeanne dedicated herself to carving out a place in the community. As a self-taught cook, she began working in Wichita's hospitality industry, she honed her skills at the Wichita Club and later at the famed Wichita Royale, where she not only earned accolades like Employee of the Month but also redefined fine dining with her unique culinary artistry. In doing so, she transformed every challenge into an opportunity—each warmly prepared meal a testament to her resilience and passion. Over the years, her perseverance blossomed into a cherished reputation as a vibrant, compassionate immigrant who had not only adapted but had also enriched her community with her generosity, kindness and love. Today, Jeanne's journey stands as an enduring testament to the power of the human spirit. Her early struggles and eventual victories remind us all that with resilience, supportive hands, and an unwavering heart, one can overcome even the toughest adversities. She built a bridge from the world she left behind to the new one she embraced, leaving behind a legacy of perseverance that continues to inspire and uplift her family and community alike. As we prepare to share Jeanne’s family memories, let us pause for Michael Buble’s “Mother,” whose lyrics beautifully reflect the essence of Jeanne-selfless, hard-working, and strong. Play “Mother” Jeanne was the matriarch in every sense. She embodied generosity, opening her heart, home and resources to sponsor refugees and support family and friends. Her door was always open, her home a busting hub of activity and love. Jeanne stood as the unwavering anchor of her family's heart, even as she navigated the challenges of building a life in America as the only one among her 13 siblings to leave Laos. While distance might have separated her daily from those she cherished in her homeland, Jeanne's devotion never wavered. With the relentless work ethic that defined her, she juggled two to three jobs, each shift a testament to her commitment. Every extra effort was made solely so that her beloved parents and siblings could have all they needed—if they needed a new television, a comforting appliance, or any support at all, all they had to do was reach out, and Jeanne would ensure it arrived with love and care. She did this quietly. Her life was a heartfelt promise that distance and difficulties could never diminish the love that bound two worlds together. Now, as we turn to these cherished memories and heartfelt poems from Jeanne’s family, let us remember that every word is a testament to the boundless love she shared with all of you. Each story reflects how deeply she cared for her family, and how warmly her family embraced her spirit in return – a love that endures in every memory and every tear. From Shanti: Today, we come together to honor the remarkable life of my beloved mother, a woman who has gifted us a legacy filled with love, strength, and unwavering support. From her earliest days, she was surrounded by a family that cherished and respected her, creating a nurturing environment where she truly flourished.Mom possessed an extraordinary ability to transform life's challenges into manageable moments, always surprising us with her resilience. She approached everything with brilliance and grace, making even the most complex tasks appear effortless. I was constantly in awe of her culinary talents; she could create dishes that tasted as if they came from a five-star restaurant. When I would ask her for the secret to her delicious meals, she would simply smile and say, "It's just salt and pepper."I will deeply miss our long conversations while driving the children to our jet ski races, her gentle reminders to focus on what truly mattered, and her unwavering honesty. She always spoke the truth, no matter how difficult it was to hear, teaching me the importance of authenticity and encouraging me to embrace my true self.Mom, I want you to know how profoundly I will miss you. Thank you for being my guiding light, my confidante, and my greatest supporter. When that day comes for us to reunite, I pray that you will still be my mom. Until then, I carry you in my heart, treasuring every lesson, every laugh, and every loving moment we shared. I trust that the Lord will bring us back together as mother and daughter, stronger than ever.To everyone here, thank you for coming together to celebrate my mom's life and for supporting our family, just as she would have wanted. Sarah thanks her mom and dad for doing good work with her and allowing her to open up with more of her writing. I am going to read three of her original poems. My Butterfly by Sarah Loyd Hey my butterfly So cute and petite Hey my butterfly Do you want something to eat? So unique and full of spirit You’re like a big bird Ready to hear it. The sun on you really cares You make everyone want to share Hey my Beautiful Butterfly You are sweet and so Definitely hard to beat It’s Okay by Sarah Loyd It’s okay It’s okay to say Have a good day It’s okay To understand you’re not It’s fine It’s fine to be able to shine You’re beautiful You’re courageous It’s infinite to be shine It’s okay Break Through by Sarah Loyd Today is the day to color the world Be bright in sight to smile at life. Self-reflect on hard work Whatever it may be. Use your strategies to break through To the things only God can do No, the past cannot follow you. With determination as your guide Dreams do come true when making it through. True loyalty and care may be rare Only God by your side will Guarantee the ride. Jeanne had a unique and special bond with each of her grandchildren. She was not only a guardian of family traditions but also the biggest protector of those little hearts who looked up to her. She ensured that memories were made, and laughter was shared. Jeanne’s oldest granddaughter, Lauren, shared memories of the unique and irreplaceable bond they shared. Lauren lovingly recounted the times they spent together—gossiping, sharing secrets, and being spoiled by her beloved grandmother, particularly during those unforgettable road trips with Jeanne and David, when they embarked on extended two-to-three-week excursions by car. These journeys, filled with wonder, discovery, and the music of everyday conversations, are now treasured tokens of a life lived fully and generously. This is from her grandson, Jaxon Thank you, Grandma, for everything you’ve done for me. You raised me about half my life and I’m gonna miss being with you. I’m gonna miss staying at your house and waking up to your delicious food. I’m gonna miss your smile and your voice and your hugs. Even kisses. I love you.From Jaxon Her Grandson, Trent wrote: Dear Grandma,“I'm really going to miss your delicious Nutella pancakes and the warmth of your smile. I'll always cherish the way you made kung fu noodle soup when I was little, and I fondly remember those nights when Jaxon, Jude, Hope, and we stayed the night at your house.I love you so much, Grandma.Always,Trent” Jeanne’s nurturing spirit wasn’t confined to her own family alone. Her daughter-in-law, Nicole, recalled with deep affection how Jeanne epitomized the spirit of a wonderful mother-in-law—welcoming her with open arms and treating her as her very own daughter. Each warm embrace, every kind word, reflected a beautiful soul always willing to listen and care, no matter the circumstance. In the quiet moments before her final journey, those who loved Jeanne sensed that she understood her time had come. Though she had been unwell, it was during a visit to the doctor—when the need for a risky surgery, due to her delicate heart, was revealed, that Jeanne acknowledged the inevitability of life’s closing chapter. With a heart both heavy and full, she embraced the reality before her with a courage that was quintessentially her own. In a loving gesture that spoke volumes, she sent a card to her sister, Martine, pouring out her affection. She told her she loved her and when she comes back in another life, she wants the same family because she loves them so much. Now, I’m going to invite Martine to speak-a voice that carries the deep love and lasting connection between Jeanne and her family in Laos. As she shares her words in French, let this moment be a reminder that love transcends borders and language, binding us all in the memory as a sister and a matriarch whose heart stretched across oceans. INVITE MARTINE TO SPEAK Thank you, Martine. This is the English version of what Martine just said. “My very dear sister Jeanne, you are a second mother to me. We would tell each other about all the rain and good weather we loved.Your brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, are in a deep sadness of your departure to join God and the family in paradise.God gave me this mission for the family in France and in Laos.I love you,Maritine” We’ll take a minute to listen to “Take On Me”-a song filled with nostalgia and longing. Play “Take On Me” I want to read this poem that Jeanne’s family selected. POEM OF LIFE Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what’s to be, A resting place along the road, To sweet eternity. We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, But never meant to stay… Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know. For some the journey’s quicker, For some the journey’s slow. And when the journey finally ends, We’ll claim a great reward, And find an everlasting peace, Together with the Lord. Jeanne carried the quiet certainty that she was loved and cherished—a truth that illuminated every moment of her life. Even as she embraced the challenges of building a new life far from home, she never wavered in her commitment to her family. Every act of kindness and every thoughtful gift, whether big or small, was a tangible expression of that unwavering love. For her family, these gifts—her words of wisdom, her gentle encouragement, and the very tokens of care she so lovingly provided—will grow even more precious with time. As you journey through the process of grief, let these treasures be a source of comfort and inspiration, a reminder that her love was, and continues to be, the heartbeat of your family. In every quiet moment, as you remember Jeanne’s soft smile, warm embrace, and the countless ways she enriched your lives, know that her spirit remains ever-present. Though her physical absence leaves an ache that only time can ease, her guiding light persists. Jeanne watches over you still, gently steering you through life’s challenges with the same compassion and care she showed in every gesture. Her love is like a steadfast lighthouse in the dark—comforting, unwavering, and luminous. Allow your tears and memories to nurture the seeds she planted, transforming them into a legacy that will continue to bless and guide you all in the days ahead. As you hold onto her gifts—both tangible and the deeper legacy of her heart’s work, remember that with each memory cherished and every act of kindness remembered, Jeanne’s presence grows even more profound. In time, you will see that these tokens of love are not mere remnants of the past, but vibrant symbols of a spirit that continues to embrace and protect you. Let this truth bring you solace: Jeanne remains with you, watching over you and whispering in every soft breeze that your family’s love endures forever. We’ll close with this blessing: May the enduring light of Jeanne’s love comfort your hearts and guide you through each day, turning moments of sorrow into cherished memories. May you feel her gentle spirit watching over you, transforming each gift she left into a beacon of strength and hope, and may the legacy of her care bring you peace and healing. Play “I Can Only Imagine” while people are escorted out Graveside We have gathered here today to bid farewell to our beloved Jeanne. Though her earthly presence has been taken from us, her radiant spirit, her legacy of unwavering love, and her kind and courageous heart remain in our midst. We bid her a fond farewell and to acknowledge the pain of loss and the days of grief that lay ahead for you, her family and friends, and to hallow this ground. When the loss becomes too big and the hole in your heart seems that it will never heal, you can come to this sacred place and have a visit with Jeanne. Listen to the wind and hear her voice whispering to your soul, offering strength and comfort for the journey. Hold on to the truth that Jeanne cherished each one of you in her own special way. Every connection she shared was unique, and every bond was a source of joy and comfort to her. You were just what she needed – each of you, in your own way. Jeanne’s life was a journey defined by love and sacrifice. Even as she navigated the challenges of a new country, her heart remained entwined with every member of her family. Her loving care ensured that her parents’ well-being was always a priority, each small favor or gift not only a token of support but also an affirmation that no distance or circumstance could ever diminish the ties that bound her family together. Through her kind deeds, Jeanne wove the threads of two worlds into one, so that her legacy, her values, and her love would ripple through generations. Today, as we stand at this resting place, we are comforted by the knowledge that Jeanne is now with those who went before her. In the company of her family in heaven, she has found eternal rest and radiant joy. Let us remember that her loving smile, her gentle guiding hand, and her watchful presence will forever be with us, carried in the whispers of the wind and the quiet moments of our daily lives. May there be a constant reminder that our bonds of love extend beyond the veil of this life. Though we bid farewell for now, we know that in every sunrise and gentle breeze, Jeanne remains with you, forever part of your family and forever in your hearts. Let us now bow our heads in a final blessing for Jeanne and for all who grieve her loss: May the Almighty God, in His infinite mercy, grant Jeanne eternal rest. Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen. Play “One Sweet Day” once everyone is seated Let love speak softly to us now In the quiet blush of morning, Where dew adorns each petal we gather In the gentle echo of cherished memories Jeanne was a radiant bloom, A tender glow amid life’s shifting shadows Her spirit, a timeless song of kindness and life, Weaves quiet beauty into our hearts. May we hold close her light, each heartbeat a soft caress Uniting us in the endless language of love. Good afternoon, my name is Kay Waller, and I am honored to be with you this afternoon as we reflect on the life of Jeanne (Latour) Loyd. “She is one woman who will be missed!!!" David’s exclamation-filled tribute speaks to the essence of a woman whose life was nothing short of extraordinary. As we gather to celebrate Jeanne, we reflect on the profound impact she had on her family and friends. We gather not only in grief but in deep gratitude, to celebrate the vibrant soul who illuminated this world for 75 beautiful years. Born in Laos on December 8, 1949, Jeanne was a gift to those who knew her—a glimpse of heaven itself. A glimpse of a place where all are loved unconditionally, treated justly, and embraced with pure love devoid of jealousy. Her life reflected these qualities, offering a guiding light to those fortunate enough to know her. On April 9, 2025, her earthly journey came to an end, and leaves behind the broken hearts of her husband, David; children, Reuben, Shanti and Sarah; grandchildren, Lauren, Hailey, Grant, Jaxon, Jude, Hope, Trent, Myah and Jeanneva; great-grandchild, Darby; and 11 brothers and sisters. Jeanne was born into a family of prominence; her childhood was one of privilege. She grew up on a gated property with 14 bedrooms, surrounded by maids and horses, and warm family bonds. Her father, a high-ranking member of the French embassy in Laos, instilled in her a foundation of discipline and intellect, tempered by the heart of a nurturing mother. Her parents didn't shower gifts; instead, they cultivated talents, skills, and a steadfast belief in pursuing greatness through passion and hard work. A striking beauty with long, flowing black hair, she even sold her hair at times, and bore a unique mole on her forehead. A passing monk once told her she was a "lucky star"—a sentiment that echoed throughout her remarkable life. Luck indeed seemed to follow her, from winning lottery tickets at a young age to a memorable $18,000 casino win. But luck was only one element of her story—her courage and determination often propelled her to live life fully, even if it meant breaking rules or embracing risks, like buying a motorcycle against her father’s wishes. Fresh from his tour with the Peace Corps in Nepal, David had heard tales of Laos—a land full of wonder that whispered with the promise of new beginnings. He arrived in Laos, and a chance encounter was set in motion by his dear friend Byron and Byron’s wife, Kak. It was through their connection that Jeanne and David met. Jeanne, a delicate, exotic beauty with a touch of a wild side, and David, with an American bad-boy edge—a handsome man riding his motorcycle and sporting an earring—soon fell in love. Jeanne’s father, protective of his firstborn, naturally sought to ensure that the man who wished to share his daughter’s future was of honorable character. He asked David to hand over his passport for a background check. Upon passing this test Jeanne and David were united in marriage by a Buddhist priest at her home on March 11, 1973. Before we continue, let us pause to reflect on a song that captures the hope and wonder Jeanne carried throughout her life – Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Just as that timeless melody reminds us of dreams that soar beyond the horizon, we now turn to the beginning of Jeanne and David’s remarkable journey together – a story filled with adventure and love. Play “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” Not long after their wedding, the newlyweds packed their belongings onto David’s motorcycle. Their first leg of the adventure led them to Thailand, where they spent three weeks with Jeanne’s aunt and uncle. Here, her uncle overhauled David’s motorcycle, preparing it—and them—for the open road. Together, they ventured down the sunlit coastlines of South Thailand, embracing the hospitality of local families who offered shelter and meals made with fresh, local fish. Their journey continued in Malaysia, where powder-soft sand and the rhythmic emergence of sea turtles from the shore to lay their eggs, became symbols of natural magic. Imagine Jeanne and David, riding atop of these gentle creatures as they returned to the sea. They sold their motorcycle to a German volunteer, a decision that opened the next chapter of their journey as they flew to Gatwick, England, and onward into the heart of Europe. From the quaint charm of Dieppe, France—where Jeanne had family waiting with open arms—to hitchhiking adventures across Paris, Leone, and Bonn in Germany, the couple imbibed the spirit of each place. In Heidelberg, they were welcomed with a red carpet by David’s extended family. Later, on the Autobahn in Germany, a chance encounter with an old neighbor in a brand-new VW reminded them that life is always full of surprises. They found themselves sharing warm meals in a German barracks, sleeping amid the whispering wheat fields, and then heading to Interlaken, Switzerland. There, beside a shimmering lake, Jeanne awoke one serene morning among swans that dipped gracefully to feed. It was a quiet, magical moment. Following their Swiss interlude, their journey led them to Italy. Staying in modest hotels and sampling local delights, they dined in the open air and slept in parks alongside fellow free-spirited travelers. They traveled to Venice, Rome, and the Vatican—where they shared the surreal experience of a wave at the Pope. Eventually, Jeanne and David returned to Jeanne’s aunt and uncle’s home, and with the support of David’s family, they embarked on the journey to New York. With an ad found in the paper for a rideshare to Arkansas, they took yet another leap, venturing further into the unknown until, finally, in September 1973, they arrived in Wichita. They lived in several places in Wichita, built a couple of duplexes and a house before settling in their current home in 2003. David has said that no one truly knows the challenge of trusting a man you love enough to leave behind an entire country. With every step they took on that winding road of life, Jeanne exuded that rare blend of beauty, poise, and strength that made her unforgettable. And while today, David grieves as though half his soul is missing, we are here to remember that the love they shared continues to illuminate his life. Yet, as with every epic tale, life presented its challenges. Moving from a world of cherished familiarity in Laos to the vast, uncertain landscape of America was laden with both hope and hardship. It was a journey into the unknown, where every day demanded courage. Jeanne left behind not only her luxurious upbringing and the warm embrace of her homeland, but also the comforting cadence of her native language and the identity that had always been honored and understood. When Jeanne first arrived in Wichita, the vibrant colors of her heritage clashed with the harsher hues of a new culture. Suddenly, the streets that once resonated with the harmony of her native language became corridors of loneliness where her dark complexion sometimes made her a target of unkind words and misplaced prejudices. Each step into the unknown was a quiet battle against the frustration of being misunderstood and the ache of homesickness, as she longed for the gentle rhythms of the Laos she once knew. Yet, even in these challenging moments, Jeanne's indomitable spirit shone through. Determined not to be defined by the obstacles before her, she sought to make her life here better. Shanti and Reuben crafted tapes to help her master English—a bridge over the cultural divide that separated her from a new life. With every lesson learned, every word mastered, Jeanne transformed her vulnerability into a source of strength. She passed her United States citizenship test on the first try, a triumph that testified to her resilience and her unyielding spirit in making a life full of promise. Her perseverance extended beyond language and cultural adjustments. Despite the weight of isolation and the sting of being called names, Jeanne dedicated herself to carving out a place in the community. As a self-taught cook, she began working in Wichita's hospitality industry, she honed her skills at the Wichita Club and later at the famed Wichita Royale, where she not only earned accolades like Employee of the Month but also redefined fine dining with her unique culinary artistry. In doing so, she transformed every challenge into an opportunity—each warmly prepared meal a testament to her resilience and passion. Over the years, her perseverance blossomed into a cherished reputation as a vibrant, compassionate immigrant who had not only adapted but had also enriched her community with her generosity, kindness and love. Today, Jeanne's journey stands as an enduring testament to the power of the human spirit. Her early struggles and eventual victories remind us all that with resilience, supportive hands, and an unwavering heart, one can overcome even the toughest adversities. She built a bridge from the world she left behind to the new one she embraced, leaving behind a legacy of perseverance that continues to inspire and uplift her family and community alike. As we prepare to share Jeanne’s family memories, let us pause for Michael Buble’s “Mother,” whose lyrics beautifully reflect the essence of Jeanne-selfless, hard-working, and strong. Play “Mother” Jeanne was the matriarch in every sense. She embodied generosity, opening her heart, home and resources to sponsor refugees and support family and friends. Her door was always open, her home a busting hub of activity and love. Jeanne stood as the unwavering anchor of her family's heart, even as she navigated the challenges of building a life in America as the only one among her 13 siblings to leave Laos. While distance might have separated her daily from those she cherished in her homeland, Jeanne's devotion never wavered. With the relentless work ethic that defined her, she juggled two to three jobs, each shift a testament to her commitment. Every extra effort was made solely so that her beloved parents and siblings could have all they needed—if they needed a new television, a comforting appliance, or any support at all, all they had to do was reach out, and Jeanne would ensure it arrived with love and care. She did this quietly. Her life was a heartfelt promise that distance and difficulties could never diminish the love that bound two worlds together. Now, as we turn to these cherished memories and heartfelt poems from Jeanne’s family, let us remember that every word is a testament to the boundless love she shared with all of you. Each story reflects how deeply she cared for her family, and how warmly her family embraced her spirit in return – a love that endures in every memory and every tear. From Shanti: Today, we come together to honor the remarkable life of my beloved mother, a woman who has gifted us a legacy filled with love, strength, and unwavering support. From her earliest days, she was surrounded by a family that cherished and respected her, creating a nurturing environment where she truly flourished.Mom possessed an extraordinary ability to transform life's challenges into manageable moments, always surprising us with her resilience. She approached everything with brilliance and grace, making even the most complex tasks appear effortless. I was constantly in awe of her culinary talents; she could create dishes that tasted as if they came from a five-star restaurant. When I would ask her for the secret to her delicious meals, she would simply smile and say, "It's just salt and pepper."I will deeply miss our long conversations while driving the children to our jet ski races, her gentle reminders to focus on what truly mattered, and her unwavering honesty. She always spoke the truth, no matter how difficult it was to hear, teaching me the importance of authenticity and encouraging me to embrace my true self.Mom, I want you to know how profoundly I will miss you. Thank you for being my guiding light, my confidante, and my greatest supporter. When that day comes for us to reunite, I pray that you will still be my mom. Until then, I carry you in my heart, treasuring every lesson, every laugh, and every loving moment we shared. I trust that the Lord will bring us back together as mother and daughter, stronger than ever.To everyone here, thank you for coming together to celebrate my mom's life and for supporting our family, just as she would have wanted. Sarah thanks her mom and dad for doing good work with her and allowing her to open up with more of her writing. I am going to read three of her original poems. My Butterfly by Sarah Loyd Hey my butterfly So cute and petite Hey my butterfly Do you want something to eat? So unique and full of spirit You’re like a big bird Ready to hear it. The sun on you really cares You make everyone want to share Hey my Beautiful Butterfly You are sweet and so Definitely hard to beat It’s Okay by Sarah Loyd It’s okay It’s okay to say Have a good day It’s okay To understand you’re not It’s fine It’s fine to be able to shine You’re beautiful You’re courageous It’s infinite to be shine It’s okay Break Through by Sarah Loyd Today is the day to color the world Be bright in sight to smile at life. Self-reflect on hard work Whatever it may be. Use your strategies to break through To the things only God can do No, the past cannot follow you. With determination as your guide Dreams do come true when making it through. True loyalty and care may be rare Only God by your side will Guarantee the ride. Jeanne had a unique and special bond with each of her grandchildren. She was not only a guardian of family traditions but also the biggest protector of those little hearts who looked up to her. She ensured that memories were made, and laughter was shared. Jeanne’s oldest granddaughter, Lauren, shared memories of the unique and irreplaceable bond they shared. Lauren lovingly recounted the times they spent together—gossiping, sharing secrets, and being spoiled by her beloved grandmother, particularly during those unforgettable road trips with Jeanne and David, when they embarked on extended two-to-three-week excursions by car. These journeys, filled with wonder, discovery, and the music of everyday conversations, are now treasured tokens of a life lived fully and generously. This is from her grandson, Jaxon Thank you, Grandma, for everything you’ve done for me. You raised me about half my life and I’m gonna miss being with you. I’m gonna miss staying at your house and waking up to your delicious food. I’m gonna miss your smile and your voice and your hugs. Even kisses. I love you.From Jaxon Her Grandson, Trent wrote: Dear Grandma,“I'm really going to miss your delicious Nutella pancakes and the warmth of your smile. I'll always cherish the way you made kung fu noodle soup when I was little, and I fondly remember those nights when Jaxon, Jude, Hope, and we stayed the night at your house.I love you so much, Grandma.Always,Trent” Jeanne’s nurturing spirit wasn’t confined to her own family alone. Her daughter-in-law, Nicole, recalled with deep affection how Jeanne epitomized the spirit of a wonderful mother-in-law—welcoming her with open arms and treating her as her very own daughter. Each warm embrace, every kind word, reflected a beautiful soul always willing to listen and care, no matter the circumstance. In the quiet moments before her final journey, those who loved Jeanne sensed that she understood her time had come. Though she had been unwell, it was during a visit to the doctor—when the need for a risky surgery, due to her delicate heart, was revealed, that Jeanne acknowledged the inevitability of life’s closing chapter. With a heart both heavy and full, she embraced the reality before her with a courage that was quintessentially her own. In a loving gesture that spoke volumes, she sent a card to her sister, Martine, pouring out her affection. She told her she loved her and when she comes back in another life, she wants the same family because she loves them so much. Now, I’m going to invite Martine to speak-a voice that carries the deep love and lasting connection between Jeanne and her family in Laos. As she shares her words in French, let this moment be a reminder that love transcends borders and language, binding us all in the memory as a sister and a matriarch whose heart stretched across oceans. INVITE MARTINE TO SPEAK Thank you, Martine. This is the English version of what Martine just said. “My very dear sister Jeanne, you are a second mother to me. We would tell each other about all the rain and good weather we loved.Your brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, are in a deep sadness of your departure to join God and the family in paradise.God gave me this mission for the family in France and in Laos.I love you,Maritine” We’ll take a minute to listen to “Take On Me”-a song filled with nostalgia and longing. Play “Take On Me” I want to read this poem that Jeanne’s family selected. POEM OF LIFE Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what’s to be, A resting place along the road, To sweet eternity. We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, But never meant to stay… Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know. For some the journey’s quicker, For some the journey’s slow. And when the journey finally ends, We’ll claim a great reward, And find an everlasting peace, Together with the Lord. Jeanne carried the quiet certainty that she was loved and cherished—a truth that illuminated every moment of her life. Even as she embraced the challenges of building a new life far from home, she never wavered in her commitment to her family. Every act of kindness and every thoughtful gift, whether big or small, was a tangible expression of that unwavering love. For her family, these gifts—her words of wisdom, her gentle encouragement, and the very tokens of care she so lovingly provided—will grow even more precious with time. As you journey through the process of grief, let these treasures be a source of comfort and inspiration, a reminder that her love was, and continues to be, the heartbeat of your family. In every quiet moment, as you remember Jeanne’s soft smile, warm embrace, and the countless ways she enriched your lives, know that her spirit remains ever-present. Though her physical absence leaves an ache that only time can ease, her guiding light persists. Jeanne watches over you still, gently steering you through life’s challenges with the same compassion and care she showed in every gesture. Her love is like a steadfast lighthouse in the dark—comforting, unwavering, and luminous. Allow your tears and memories to nurture the seeds she planted, transforming them into a legacy that will continue to bless and guide you all in the days ahead. As you hold onto her gifts—both tangible and the deeper legacy of her heart’s work, remember that with each memory cherished and every act of kindness remembered, Jeanne’s presence grows even more profound. In time, you will see that these tokens of love are not mere remnants of the past, but vibrant symbols of a spirit that continues to embrace and protect you. Let this truth bring you solace: Jeanne remains with you, watching over you and whispering in every soft breeze that your family’s love endures forever. We’ll close with this blessing: May the enduring light of Jeanne’s love comfort your hearts and guide you through each day, turning moments of sorrow into cherished memories. May you feel her gentle spirit watching over you, transforming each gift she left into a beacon of strength and hope, and may the legacy of her care bring you peace and healing. Play “I Can Only Imagine” while people are escorted out Graveside We have gathered here today to bid farewell to our beloved Jeanne. Though her earthly presence has been taken from us, her radiant spirit, her legacy of unwavering love, and her kind and courageous heart remain in our midst. We bid her a fond farewell and to acknowledge the pain of loss and the days of grief that lay ahead for you, her family and friends, and to hallow this ground. When the loss becomes too big and the hole in your heart seems that it will never heal, you can come to this sacred place and have a visit with Jeanne. Listen to the wind and hear her voice whispering to your soul, offering strength and comfort for the journey. Hold on to the truth that Jeanne cherished each one of you in her own special way. Every connection she shared was unique, and every bond was a source of joy and comfort to her. You were just what she needed – each of you, in your own way. Jeanne’s life was a journey defined by love and sacrifice. Even as she navigated the challenges of a new country, her heart remained entwined with every member of her family. Her loving care ensured that her parents’ well-being was always a priority, each small favor or gift not only a token of support but also an affirmation that no distance or circumstance could ever diminish the ties that bound her family together. Through her kind deeds, Jeanne wove the threads of two worlds into one, so that her legacy, her values, and her love would ripple through generations. Today, as we stand at this resting place, we are comforted by the knowledge that Jeanne is now with those who went before her. In the company of her family in heaven, she has found eternal rest and radiant joy. Let us remember that her loving smile, her gentle guiding hand, and her watchful presence will forever be with us, carried in the whispers of the wind and the quiet moments of our daily lives. May there be a constant reminder that our bonds of love extend beyond the veil of this life. Though we bid farewell for now, we know that in every sunrise and gentle breeze, Jeanne remains with you, forever part of your family and forever in your hearts. Let us now bow our heads in a final blessing for Jeanne and for all who grieve her loss: May the Almighty God, in His infinite mercy, grant Jeanne eternal rest. Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

PALLBEARERS

Reuben LoydCasket Bearer

Grant LoydCasket Bearer

Brandon GoodmanCasket Bearer

Jaxon LoydCasket Bearer

Jude LoydCasket Bearer

Trent CornetteCasket Bearer