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Deceased Name: CAROLE S. HUDIK
Carole S. Hudik, 54, joined the Lord on Easter Sunday, April 4, 2010.
A native of Wadsworth, Ohio, she had been a Newport News resident for more than 30 years. A loving wife and mother, she was a member of Menchville Baptist Church.
She was preceded in death by her parents, Joseph and Florence Kish; and sister, Cathy Spurlock.
Survivors included her husband, David; daughter, Taylor; son, Jason Wiencek; sister, Mary Brady; brother, Paul Kish; three nephews, Joshua Higgins, Matt Neil and Harley Ray Spurlock; two nieces, Angie Lane and Lisa Merical and many friends and family.
The family will receive friends from 6:30 to 8 p.m. Wednesday, April 7, 2010, at Peninsula Funeral Home. A funeral service will be conducted at 12:30 p.m. Thursday, April 8, 2010, at Menchville Baptist Church with burial to follow in Peninsula Memorial Park.
Carole's life and all her accomplishments are an inspiration, to all who knew her, on how to overcome many adversities in life with a smile.
Peninsula Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
Entries from guest book
I am sorry to hear of your passing but as someone said earlier at least your no longer in pain. I am sure you are lighting up the streets of Heaven with that laugh of yours. I remember our bike rides to Lake Anna they were decent as we would say in the 70's but the return trip was a rough one. I still think of you when I go passed your home on 261 it isn't the same without your family there. Thank God for friends like you in high school.
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Donna Sims-Reeder,
Wadsworth, Ohio
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Lisa Baker
Carole and I grew up together and many of my childhood memories were with her.I am grateful that I got to speak with her a few weeks ago. She was always upbeat and positive. Carole loved her husband and children with all of her heart.
Tim Spoonster
I read with sadness the news of Carole Kish's passing tonight. Although we weren't close she was one of the first of our classmates that I ever met. Anytime I would read or hear about Carole I would think of that day, more than 50 years ago, when we were introduced by our older sisters who were schoolmates at Sacred Heart.We couldn't have been more than four years old. I know that because my sister was also friends with Connie Potts and she had her little sister, Betsy, in tow that day. We were on the playground at Sacred Heart, near the shelter at the base of that big hill that came down from the driveway next to the cafeteria. I was introduced to both Betsy and Carole at the same time. I remember that Betsy had her hair back in pig tails and wore a striped shirt of black and white. Carol wore a plaid dress with a white sweater and like me, wore glasses. Betsy I was told, was in Kindergarten and could tie her shoes, spell certain words and had some kind of bug in a jar. That's how I know that I had to be four, because Betsy was a year older than us and graduated in 1972 (I think).
Besty was a bit of a tomboy at that time and I think the bug in the jar kind of freaked me out. Carole on the other hand was shy, quiet and had a very sweet smile. I took a liking to her then and there. Later, my sister, Janet, who I think was trying to set me up with one of these poor girls, asked me who I liked better. I said "Carol." My sister was surprised, and listed all the things Betsy could do as reason why I should choose her. But I stuck with my choice of Carole because she seemed sweet and kind and had a nice and unassuming smile.
Funny, how we remember thinks like that, Through the years, as we went to school all the way to graduation that first impression of Carole was to hold true for me. As I heard and read about her after graduation, her battle with illness and her bravery in light of her struggles, I always retained the memory of that first encounter on the playground over 50 years ago.
They say first impressions are lasting. They are.
Somewhere in this heart of mine is a recollection from our younger years of each and everyone of you. Most of them good, some not so good, but all very special. Its amazing how the interactions we had at that time in our lives can make such indelible impressions that, despite having happened nearly a half century ago, can be as vivid in the mind's eye as if they had happened this morning.
I am recalling the lyrics to the Simon and Garfunkel song...
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, ......they're all that's left you,
Goodbye Carole. I will always remember you.
Tim