Sunday, November 15, 2026
The world lost light on August 4th, shortly before the sun rose. The day was dimmer because of it. Every day until the last will be. A valiant champion defeated death and left us to claim her prize. Lori Clark France was never an angel. No. She was humanity at its finest.
If you ever saw her smile, you instantly knew what it felt like to be loved. Her smile carried genuine kindness and concern. The effect was you walked away feeling seen and understood. Even when life was being unkind and cruel to her, she had it in her to give herself over to lifting someone else up. Beaming so brightly that most had no idea how much pain and suffering she hid. She didn't want you to know. She didn't want you to worry.
But even before she became sick, Lori had a lifetime of being a way-maker. We may never know how many lives she touched and joined together with her generous and nurturing nature and infectious laughter. She gave of herself when she had little more than what she doled out. What she gave often had profound impacts.
Music and laughter played huge roles in Lori's life. A voice like a bird and wit that could have you doubled over from laughing so hard. She adores her family...those of blood and those of bond. She loves Jesus and knew she would be seeing him soon. She will be sorely missed and never forgotten.
Lori is survived by her parents Marva and Jim Sutt, along with Ed and Linda Clark, and her siblings, Tricia Sutt, Andrew Sutt, Melissa Sutt, Joy Schieferstein, Heidi Justice and Nikki Gambrall. The lights of her life are her children, Malori France, Zachary France, Andrew France and Abigaeal France. But her finest treasure was her two granddaughters, Harper France and Vivenne France. Too many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews, and a multitude of friends will feel the dimmer days without her in them.
