Jane Farmer
6/4/1950 - 2/4/2026
Hear ye, hear ye! Jane Carol Kennedy Farmer, an aspiring beach bum, solitude seeker, and lover of baubles, beads, and shiny things, died surrounded by her three daughters in New Albany, Indiana, on Wednesday, February 4, 2026.
Jane entered this world on June 4, 1950, in Campbellsville, Kentucky. Her spirit lives on–all the beautifully complicated, lovely, and quirky bits–in her three daughters Tonya Farmer Kuklinski (Rob Earl Storey, partner), Kristin Farmer Taylor (Mark Taylor, husband), Sara “Abbi” Farmer Kelly (Gabe Kelly, husband), seven grandchildren Whitney Kuklinski (Ben Butts, husband), Madison Kuklinski, Ashley Kuklinski Thomas (Adam, husband), Bree Taylor, Taylor Kuklinski, Lea Taylor, Garver Kelly, sister Debra Cantrell Canada (Roy, husband), brothers Paul Kennedy (Vicky, wife) and Doug Kennedy (Anne, wife), four great grandchildren Lily, Kyson, Hazel, and Kacee, and oodles of nieces and nephews. Jane was preceded in death by her mother, ‘Mama’ Jane Abigail Miller Cantrell, and grandparents, Virginia Callison and Richard Aylette Miller.
Jane imperfectly, yet intentionally, reared a gaggle of uniquely independent, strong, and loud daughters, grandchildren, and great grands–a physical representation of her personal rebellion in a world that expected quietness and conformity from sweet girls and boys. Her favorite sounds included the vibrating hum of loved ones chittering among themselves in her home, followed closely by the sound of crashing waves, the croonings of Roy Orbison, and (to the surprise of everyone) Jimmy Buffett’s Cheeseburger in Paradise.
Jane’s heart and home were always open to a hungry belly, wandering soul, or heart in need of mending. She lived by the commandments that babies should always be barefoot, knocking (incessantly) on wood would ensure a University of Kentucky men’s basketball team victory, and that a good manicure and trip to the salon were the building blocks to a good life. Like a true southern woman, Jane fussed over cheap boxed hair dye, heavy eye or lip liner, and expensive jeans with holey knees–if only to remind her loved ones of their natural beauty. Wickedly smart and mischievous, Jane only used swear words sparingly, but with perfect precision. And she afforded her grandbabies the kind of patience that resulted in hours-long musicals produced on a piano that had been out of tune since before many of them were born.
Her last request was to be released on the beaches of St. George Island, wrapped in glitter and love. A testament to her everlasting, quiet brilliance and unyielding dedication to torturing her family with shiny, sticky plastic. May she find the kind of peace and home now that she created for all those left waiting behind her.
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Melanie Clark
I love just chatting with your mother as we grew up but later in life I got the pleasure of working with her on a tax matter and she was fantastic at helping me resolve a massive issue. We got to remember life while fixing another!