Wendy Rebecca Hardman

My name is Wendy Rebecca Hardman, but many people call me Wee. I passed away peacefully in my home on March 19th, 2023. I was only 46 years young. My work on this earth was complete, and it was time for me to continue my progression in Heaven. Don’t worry, though. I am not alone. I was welcomed with outstretched arms by many friends and family who had gone before me, all of whom I deeply missed. There was quite the homecoming upon my arrival and we had a beautiful celebration. I wish you all could have seen it. It was truly magnificent. This is not the end of my story, however, it is only the beginning.

I was born on June 28th, 1976, to Mont Hardman and Colleen O’Driscoll. I was the oldest of 5 children. Jodi, Dayna, Jill, and Caleb followed shortly behind me. Being the oldest was a lot of work (especially if you know my family) but I took on the challenge and did everything I could to protect and to love my sisters and brother. People always told me I was the best looking, the most talented, and the funniest out of the five kids. I am certain the other four would agree with me. Did I mention I was talented? Holy smokes! You should have seen what I could do with a pen and a paper towel. Give me anything to write with and something, anything to write on, and I will create something that you have never seen before or even could have ever imagined in your wildest dreams. I loved creating artwork. I loved creating it for other people because it made them happy. I spent many, many years as a tattoo artist. I loved being able to share my talents with so many people. When my tattooing days were through, I continued to share my art with many people. I was able to make a little money at it, but my purpose was not to make money. It was really about seeing the looks on the faces of my friends and family for whom I created the art for. Perhaps my greatest talent was not my artwork, but instead my ability to love others unconditionally and without judgement. Serving others made me happier than anything else I have ever done. Some might say that my ability to love others was beyond comprehension. I didn’t really think it was a big deal, though. It is just who I was. I wanted people to know that I loved them and that there was always somebody they could turn to for help. On multiple occasions, I organized fundraisers to raise money for others who were in need or less fortunate than me. I really didn’t have much, but all that I had was intended to be shared with somebody else. I never wanted anything in return. I just wanted to make somebody’s else’s life a little bit better.

I know I have shared a lot, but I have one more important thing to say. I really want my nieces and nephews to know how much I love you…how much I love you right now in this moment, and every moment to come. Skyler, Kimber Jo, Tater, Arius and Daizee, Brayden, Ethan, and Sera…you are my pride and joy, my reason for every breath I took, and the reason I strived each day to be a better person. I am so proud of all of you and so grateful for every moment we had to laugh together, tell jokes together, and just be together. I love you forever, and we will be together again someday. 

To my family and friends who traveled any distance to come celebrate my life with me, I am so thankful for you. Thank you for loving me for who I was and for seeing me for who I am. To my mom and dad, thank you for raising me to love and to serve others. Thank you for never giving up on me and pushing me to be better. To Jodi, Dayna, Jill, and Caleb, I was honored to be your oldest sister and I am so grateful for your love and example. Dayna, thank you for helping me to feel the love of my Savior once again and to feel worthy of that love. 

I was preceded in death by my grandparents, Molly and Ken Hardman, and Alice and John Keith O’Driscoll, my aunt, Christine O’Driscoll, and my cousin Eric Fullmer. I was survived by my mom, Colleen O’Driscoll, my dad, Mont Hardman, my sisters  Jodi Augustus and her husband Scott, Dayna Tervort and her husband Brian, Jill Hardman, and my brother Caleb Hardman and his sweet wife, Crystal. I was also survived by my nieces and nephews, as well as numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins. You will never know how much I love you. Until we meet again…

Funeral services will be held at 11:00 am on Saturday, March 25th at the LDS Church (550 E Durfee St, Grantsville). A viewing will be held Friday March 24th from 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm, as well as one hour prior to the funeral, all at the same location. Interment will follow at the Marion Cemetery (832 E 2700 N, Kamas, Utah 84036).