Wendy Michelle Eutsler-Jones

1967 - 2026

 

Wendy Michelle Eutsler (Jones) 

Sept. 29,1967- March 12,2026

 

Wendy Michelle Eutsler (Jones) was born September 29, 1967, to Milford and Shirley Eutsler. Wendy grew up in Billings, Missouri, with her two younger siblings, Kim and Richard. She always talked about how much she loved being a big sister, telling her kids how she remembers each of her new babies coming home. 

She loved children, having four of her own; she certainly had her hands full. There is a little bit of her in each of them. In Chris, her stern steadfastness in what she believes in. If her heart felt that something was right, she stuck to her guns. In Michelle, a mighty love that nobody can hide from, someone is always looking for your best interest, no matter what it takes. In Silas, humor beyond imagination. Always finding something to make light of in any situation. If there was something to laugh at, she found it, and she would throw her head back and laugh with her whole being. In Casey, her resilience. The ability to bite the bullet and push through, even when it’s ugly. Her love surpassed blood. She loved all of her bonus children, though she would not consider them “bonus.” They were hers, period. She adored Amber and Garret and would do anything she could for them and their babies just as much as she loved her “Boo”, Paul. 

She said she always wanted to be remembered. Wendy is not a woman you can forget. She took up space in any room she was in. Her presence was known. She was not meek or timid. She knew who she was, and nobody was ever going to tell her differently. Those traits are so bright in her grandbabies. All of them, firm in their beliefs. Smart, incredibly friendly, loving, loud, giggly, and joyful. Her babies know her for her soul, for the very best parts of her, and their memory is better than anything she could have thought of herself. 

Wendy was a huge blessing to this world. Someone to look up to and admire. Someone you could run to when the going got tough. Her door was always open. Especially to a certain crew of boys, who spent many a night sprawled across her living room floor. She made a place for everyone, made sure their bellies were full, and they had somewhere to rest their head. 

Wendy will be remembered by her love, her laugh, her scrunched-up nose, boogie dancing in the kitchen, her inability to get anywhere on time, but the fact that she made sure she was there nonetheless. The radio will play Chicago, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, and Prince, and we will think of her. She will not fade away; there’s no way she can. Wendy Michelle is not a woman you forget.

 

 

Cremation under the care of Stumpff Funeral Home.