Angela Kjar

We celebrate the beautiful life of Angela "Angie" Kjar, born September 12, 1960, in Darmstadt, Germany, and tragically killed on September 29, 2025, at the age of 65.

Angie came to the United States when she was just one year old. She spent her early years as a California babe before relocating to Utah as a teenager.

She worked in computer coding and was a successful entrepreneur, always approaching life with creativity and determination. Angie never met a stranger, and her circle of friends was wide, warm, and wonderfully eclectic. She was the life of every party, armed with the wittiest comebacks that could stop you mid-sentence and send you into a full belly laugh. Her creativity shone through her art, especially in drawing and painting.

Angie lived life entirely on her own terms. Married four times and divorced four times, she would laugh and say she just "wasn't made for long term relationships." She was, however, made to be a mom and grandma. Her four children were her pride and joy: Kira (Caleb) Patterson, Daniel (Kimberlee) Williams, Michael (Jessica) Kjar, and Lindsay (Brady) Thornock. She adored her eight grandchildren: Jaxon, Shaelynn, Skylee, Brynlee, Porter, Graden, Olivia, and Beau. Angie attended every game, recital, concert, birthday, graduation, and everything in between. She showed up fully and authentically, cheering the loudest, beaming with pride, and loving her people fiercely. Protective to her core, she had no problem putting someone in their place (verbally or otherwise) when the moment called for it.

And oh, was she funny. Angie had a one-of-a-kind sense of humor that made every gathering brighter. She was notorious for getting lost, not because she couldn't read a map, but because she refused to use GPS, insisting she didn't trust the government. She was also known to sneak a foghorn into her grandkids' games, giving a little "honk honk" now and then to make sure her support was heard loud and clear.

Angie's life was a tapestry of strength, stubbornness, and joy. She was a free thinker, a lover of good music, a strong appletini or classic rum and Coke, and her cat, Toby. She never met a thrift store she didn't like and loved a spontaneous weekend in Wendover or a good camping trip. Angie had a gift for giving the most random presents that somehow always turned out to be perfect, a reflection of how deeply she saw and understood the people she loved.

No matter what she faced, Angie radiated gratitude and joy. Her resilience was remarkable, and her laughter unforgettable.

She is survived by her four children and seven of her grandchildren, all of whom carry a piece of her humor, warmth, and fearless spirit. She was preceded in death by her parents, Albert Quinn and Brigitte Hildegard, and her precious grandson, Porter.

Being taken from us way too early leaves an ache in our hearts that will always be. We do find comfort in knowing that Angie's light, laughter, and love continue to shine through everyone she touched.

So raise a glass of something strong to Angie, the woman who lived big, loved deeply, and never stopped making us smile.

Come join us for a celebration of life at the Ogden VFW on November 1, 2025 from 3:00pm - 8:00pm.