Though I’ve written many things over the course of my life, the obituary of Deborah Lynn Huff is the most difficult
thing I’ve ever had to write.
Debbie was born on April 7, 1957, to Grace and Wiley Amburgey. She was the seventh of eight children and
grew up among a close, loving family. After a whirlwind courtship (Deb always said that when it was right, you didn’
t have to think too long about it), she married the only man she said she’d ever loved, Tad Huff, on February 5,
1983. To this union was born Amber, Joshua and Katelynn Huff.
There are so many things I could say about Debbie, but I don’t think there’s enough paper in this world to write
it. People who had known her for ten minutes could immediately see what an amazing, special person she was.
She was not only a teacher by trade, but also one in every aspect of her personality (you could tell by the way she
kept her children-and even her husband in line!) To Debbie, there was nothing more important than her family. She
gave and sacrificed to her children without giving a thought for herself. The kindness and love I could find in those
hard, brown hands is something I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
Debbie’s love and compassion were unmatchable. She also possessed a quick wit and a sense of humor. She
could be as honest and forthright as she was kind. Deb was loyal, hard-working, and brave. She’s the bravest
person I have ever known and remains an inspiration to all who knew her. I looked around at all the faces at the
funeral home and wondered if she knew what an impact she had on so many lives. There’s an old Japanese belief
that life is like a piece of clay and each person and event molds us into what we are. The imprint Debbie left on the
people she met was a lasting one-you were forever changed.
She was a child of God as well as a wife, mother, and friend. Debbie loved the Lord and His church. There is
no doubt in my mind that when she left this world on April 24, 2003, she went to a Heavenly home in glory. She
was in the middle of remodeling her house-but now she is in mansion.
I think I speak for all of us when I say we loved her and will miss her. The memory of her will live here in this
world like her soul lives on in Heaven. Never again will she hurt, cry, or have sorrow. I know this is not good-bye,
but merely, until I see you again, Mom, I love you.