Logan Lynea Wade
From Callee:
My little sister died this week. We are devastated. My mom and sister and brother and I got together to write a paragraph for the obituary. Just a simple little paragraph of what we want the world to remember about Logan. We tossed around words like "kind" and "compassionate," "devoted aunt," "animal lover," but the paper just sat there blank. How do we put down in five sentences everything that Yogi was to us and the hole that her death has torn in the fabric of our lives?
Yogi loved nature and animals and Cadbury chocolate eggs and weird hair and tie-die and crystals and all things hippie-ish. She loved music by Mike Love. She was an artist and gifted the most wonderful handmade presents. She made jewelry that she had just started selling at a little store in Churchville.
Logan was a wonderful aunt. She had so much love to give, it overflowed into everything she did. When she babysat, she did so much more than keep the kids alive. She encouraged them to thrive. They would go foraging for mushrooms, they would make tie-dye shirts on sunny days, they made wishes on dandelions and dug rocks out of the garden. Hattie told me yesterday "I yove Yogi very much but Yogi yoves me very much."
Logan hated waste. She was the first person in the family to start recycling. She tried to be conscientious of her food choices, spending years vegan because she couldn't stand the idea of contributing to any possible animal abuse. She loved to re-use and re-purpose the old, the chipped, the tossed away, the rejected. She was like that with people as well, investing so much time in community and church, driving people to appointments, taking phone calls to walk others through hard times, just visiting and sitting a while, seeing needs other people didn't notice or did not care about. When I was pregnant with Story and Rick was having trouble getting around, Logan came over to give our cat a bath every week. She recognized it was a chore that was heavy on my mind and immediately did what she could to ease our load.
Logan was a light. Her smile a beacon to the lost and the hurt. Her hugs a balm to my soul. She was my baby sister, who I wish I could have protected from this cruel world. She was never a burden; she is so loved. I hate that she could not feel that in her heart. I hate that she could never feel a fraction of the peace and acceptance and pure goodness that she gave to others so freely.
So yes, Logan Lynea Wade was born May 20, 1990 to Connie Lyn Cash and the late Larry Alton Wade, Jr and died April 6, 2025. She is survived by siblings Nikki, Callee and Eathan; husband Hunter; nieces and nephew Caleb, Maya, Maddie, Daisy, Francie, Presley, Hattie and Story. She was kind and compassionate and good. But she was so much more than these few sentences and even though I know she is in Heaven dancing with Jesus and Daddy, even though I know that she is finally free of the pain she carried around so heavily, I wonder how do we move on in this dark world without the light she carried?
