Jana wasn’t just my big sister. She was my first confident, my protector, and the steady hand that guided me through every storm. She had a way of making things right just by being there — by talking, laughing, teasing, or listening until the world felt safe again. She mothered us all in her own way, long before she became one herself.

She was the kind of person whose love could fill a room, whose humor could lift any mood, and whose loyalty ran bone-deep. Jana was a devoted wife, a loving mother and grandmother, and a sister who could make you feel seen in a way no one else could.

Now that she’s gone, the world feels different — quieter, smaller somehow.  But I take comfort in knowing Jana’s love was never bound by time or distance. She’s still here, woven into the laughter of her children, the grace of her grandchildren, and the memories that live inside me.