This site will be updated with more information as it becomes avalable. If there's something else you would like to see on this page please let us know.
- Memorial Services:
- Wednesday, November 2nd, 7PM, service at Bob Martin's 10th Street facility, which is located at 122 10th Street, in SF.
- Thursday, November 3rd, 8PM, service at the SFPC, at 350 Divisadero, SF.
Jane's family is going to establish the "Budfairy Memorial Library" and are looking for anything anyone would like to donate the library. Please feel free to contact one of the email addresses above, and we will make sure it gets to the appropriate parties.
Written by king i'da adamn h'enri @ 2010-02-12
Ken hayes
Ken hayes
Ken hayes
I remember the time
She sent me over to howard street
Just to tell U
That U
Are a god
Ken hayes
Ken hayes ken hayes
How I’ve awaited Ur return ken hayes
Since the day
When pebbles and michelle
Convinced Mr. Norm, and Mr. Tony
That I’d do more good “out” than in
And I looked into Ur eyes
And the relief
Of those five felonies…
Ken hayes
the relief? it left me
And facing the other four in Humboldt still
Ken hayes
U looked into my eyes
And U told me to get my ass back up into those woods
And show terry farmer that humboldt county
Is still a good place to raise a family
And grow medical marijuana
Ken hayes
It took me 19 months
And the trust of eveyone I’d met
Except Jane and Wayne Justman
But ken hayes?
The Honorable Christopher G Wilson
Let me be the first person in Humboldt County
To be allowed to grow and smoke medical marijuana
While being on probation
For growing and smoking marijuana
Cuzza U ken hayes
and Mr Watts
and Mr Jones
and Mr Sera
and about 200 other people
who made damned sure my discovery packet
was seen in Sacremento...
And I remember sitting out on the back porch with Jane
Her in her wheelchair
100 Grand...
Vanilla Coke, crushed ice...
talking
And I asked whatever became of U ken hayes
And we decided that night
That U were knee deep in temple balls
And going 9 innings long
With the most beautiful girls in the world ken hayes
And we laughed.
She laughed loudest.
I remember her.
Maybe someday,
i could show up in the flannel she gave me for christmas
back in 2000 (lost the long johns...)
and some 20yr old cutoffs
and my "1%" attitude thing that i do so well...
U’ll find me there
And I’ll share 2k wts of “Brotherhood of Eternal Light” we’d
w/ya
Ken hayes
Cuz I prayed U’d come back someday
,,, “god”
(that's what she said)
that U are
Ken Hayes
Written by Ken Hayes @ 2010-01-22
Jane your still thought of and missed. You have not yet visited me in ayahuasca visions. Look forward to the time when we are reunited in the ethereal realm.
With Love and Respect,
Ken
Written by Chris Peterson @ 2009-11-24
Hi Jessica,
I worked (and partied) with your Mom in the early 80's at PacBell/AT&T in Larkspur for many years and was very sad to hear that she left us so young. She was always so positive! I last saw your Mom about 1 year after you were born.
While going through lots of old boxes of pics I found pics of your Mom with the plywood PG&E check.
I'm sure you'd like to have copies.
Please let me know where to email them, and I can send more when I get through more boxes.
Best regards,
Chris Peterson
chris.peterson@frosch.com
Written by delirium ? @ 2009-10-26
And so it goes....
Minutes become hours become months become millenia...
(or so I'm told)
and yet, with all the people in the world,
there is no other you.
The gigantic hole you left,
the gaping chasm which barely contained
your essential YOU-NESS
remains vacant.
....
But, like the vacancies left after dental surgery,
the potholes where wisdom teeth once lived,
slowly, (excruciatingly so,)
your absence
becomes less obvious.
I have nothing new to say here.
I simply could not allow 25 October to pass without a public tribute.... Despite the fact that I began writing minutes before midnight, and this will not be posted until the 26th. [That's me all over; _ALMOST_ on time.]
I (we) will never stop missing you. You are truly one of a kind, and I (we) can only hope to reflect some of the wonderful zany genius of you.
Written by Beth @ 2009-10-05
In three weeks you will have been gone four years... and yet you've never fully left us.
Those of us who knew you, who lived with you, who loved you.... all of us whose lives you touched, we live, day to day, year to year, with you, in the form of the lessons you taught us, the compassion you modeled for us, the uniquely dark and twisted humor that helps us to survive the endless attacks by that 900 pound gorilla in the corner.
Four years. ... It seems like forever. It seems like a millisecond.
I used to wonder how I could get by without you, and if I even wanted to try. But just last night you visited me in my dreams. I don't recall anything specific you said to me, just sitting, chatting with you on the deck at your final home. Perhaps we didn't speak of anything significant. I remember flipping through your supermarket tabloid rags better than any words that were spoken in this dream. What did shine through, though, was your open, warm, accepting presence, and the feeling that things would work themselves out as they should, that I could relax because life will go on regardless of whether or not I sweat the small stuff.
For these warm feelings and this acceptance, both in dreams and in life, I thank you.
Written by !< @ 2009-06-11
i was watching the tv
the other
!<night
and there you were
a couple pounds lighter
kids, minorities
direction
unity
it was a show called the weeds...
and all i could think of
while they rattled off all the words
that we
have given
our lives
to know
i thought to tell you one day
over flan,
"we did it".
Written by Rob @ 2009-05-10
that was suposed to include my email,,,anyway here it is,
phqinhipp_y@sbcglobal.net
Written by uncle Rob @ 2009-05-10
hi jess, this is the only way i have to contact you so forgive me, how are you? what about court???
are you ok?? please email me,
jess i took care of you everyday for the first 2 years of your life,
you are the daughter i wish i had, i wish you could remember all the funny moments that flood my mind everytime
i think of you,
i hope you are ok and will email back soon,
love ya jess
Robby
Written by jess @ 2009-03-27
happy late birfday you old fart.
miss u mommy, youd be raising hell for me right now. please be with me and guide me on april. 2nd when i go to court. need you more now than ever.
love you
jess
Written by Robby @ 2009-03-19
still here,
still miss u,
still hurts,
happy late bday my friend, see u soon,