Obituary of Judith Ann Loucks
Judith Ann Loucks of Shew Hollow Rd, Stamford went blessedly to her Lord on November the sixth, 2021, at the age of 78.
Born to Ethel & Ralph Huff on May 29, 1943 in the octagonal house on the main street in Johnsonburg, New Jersey, she was the youngest of five siblings.
After moving to the area from Hamburg NJ, she attended Stamford Central School and eventually met Jimmy, her beloved husband of 62 years. They married shortly before Christmas in 1959, and the two would welcome their daughter in the following year.
Her full and peaceful life was spent enjoying everything she loved best; life in the country, caring for her beautiful houseplants, watching cooking shows, knitting and quilting, watching the birds, caring for the chickens, revisiting her favorite recipes in the kitchen, and providing for her family.
She is survived by husband James, daughter Jamie (JG), granddaughter Alina, and great-granddaughter Roary, as well as three of her siblings, all of her plants, and each of her brilliant recipes.
She has lovingly requested not to have a memorial service. Anyone wishing to honor her memory may donate in her name to the National Audubon Society.
We’re gonna miss that laugh, Nana. “Boy, is that good.”
“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.” -Henry Scott Holland