In Memory of




Obituary for Rachel Jean Duquette

We are saddened to say that Rachel (Jean, Jeenie) Duquette passed away peacefully in Hanover, NH on May 18, 2021. She was only 53 years old. Jean is survived by her mother Nancy, siblings Jim, Beth and her husband Jim, and Ryan, nephews Matt and Hunter, niece Mara. She was predeceased by her father, Duke and the love of her life, Michael.

Jean spent her last years devoted to the in-home care of her parents. We will be forever grateful for this and recognize that had she not been there, things would have certainly looked different for our parents.

She was happiest when her hands were in the dirt and working the small farm she built with Michael. They made maple syrup, raised cows, horses, pigs and chickens. Jean loved animals. She raised and loved many dogs over the years and they sure loved her back. She liked to draw, paint, write poetry and garden. She loved the outdoors. She was a creative landscaper. She was a free spirit. Jean should have been the best of us. She was the smartest, prettiest, and most talented. But addiction... addiction. It robs you of yourself.

We are thankful for the care provided by the medical team at DHMC, and offer our sympathy to Jean’s many friends and supporters. We pray she is at peace with Michael and arguing with Duke. Services will be held at the convenience of family. Memorial donations may be sent to Frontier Animal Society, 4473 Barton Orleans Road, Orleans, VT 05860.

An example of Jean’s poetry. She wrote this in high school and I’ve carried it with me for years:

I am the sand on the coastline, you are a crashing wave. At high tide you came to meet me, coming and going you left treasures. These treasures were called friendship. You made it so the sun would not dry me up and wind would not come and toss me whimsically about to some other place that met not the ocean. But you are cascading farther away, minute by minute you are receding, but you carry back with you ever so many of my shimmering grains. But I have hopes, hopes that know you will be back some other time, but not before you have met other shores, and the sparkling tiny grains you will always carry with you are my love. Jean Duquette