DIANE DUDLEY CHUBB May 11, 1935

In celebration of a life of great value. -In our loving memory-

Diane died at the age of 68.  Her silent, courageous manner resisted a progressive illness which took her precious life from us.

Diane showed absolute resolve and grace in her battle with myelofibrosis and acute leukemia.

Diane was born in Portland, Oregon to Paul and Velma Dudley.  Jack and Jerry, her older brothers, made up the rest of their direct family.

In Diane’s early life the family lived in a number of locations, very typical of our Depression years, but her family life while living in a small cabin located on the beach in the Indiana Sand Dunes was most relished.  In addition her grandparents lived close which enhanced her precious memories.

In the late 1940’s the family moved to Richland.  Jerry and Diane attended Lewis and Clark grade school, Carmichael Jr. High, and graduated from Richland High in 1954.  Diane was a very accomplished ballet dancer and young instructor.  Diane performed in a number of productions and was selected at a very young age to study for a career in dance, which she declined.

Ken, her husband to be, spotted Diane when she first moved to Richland. They became great friends, dated and married in 1956.  Ken was fortunate their relationship developed into a golden, productive life with two wonderful daughters, Brenda and Kim.

Diane was extremely responsible and precise in her thinking, deeds and actions.  She was very focused on her responsibilities as a mother to Brenda and Kim, as well as her responsibilities to her mother and father.  Diane made things happen for the right reasons.  She loved them all and was sensitive to their needs.

Diane is survived by her husband, Ken; her two daughters and their families, Brenda, Crage and Britt, Kim and husband, Randy; and her “little Indian buddy” Jerry-o-Dudley, Diane’s brother.

Preceding her in death were her parents, Paul and Velma Dudley and oldest brother, Jack.

The poem below reflects Diane’s love and strong feelings for our God, her family and friends.

Miss Me But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloomfilled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take and each must go alone. It’s all a part of the Master’s Plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely or sick of heart, go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me but let me go.

To honor Diane’s request, she will be cremated and buried at a later date.  She also requested no formal services.

Please express your thoughts silently, she will hear and love you.