Jamie Naughton

Jamie Naughton was a mother, a sister, a daughter, an aunt, a grandmother, and a great friend. Jamie always knew she was on borrowed time, so she lived every day like God instructed her to. Jamie gave birth to her daughter, Chloe Naughton, in April 2003. She was divorced as of death, and was survived by her parents, Robyn Plantz and William Plantz, her siblings, Angela Ryan and Anthony Plantz, and her daughter, Chloe Naughton.

She was a very devout Christian, spreading love, empathy, and compassion to every person she met. When I was in 3rd grade, my mother opened a homeless shelter for young adults and teens she found on the streets to rehabilitate them. When the rest of the world saw a junkie, criminal, or a "lost cause," my mother saw a child of God and a light that needed to be nourished. My mother would often be in public and have strangers cling to her, because she had such a warm and eccentric demeanor that people so desperately wanted a taste of. My mother and I were closer than any mother and daughter could, or should be. Jamie was the rock, the foundation of the entire family, including my life. Jamie was the first one to pick up the phone, the first person to be there, the first one to know about my life. Jamie always said that raising her daughter was her biggest accomplishment.

My mother was so unbelievably proud of everything I had done, no matter how small it seemed. She was a woman who communicated her love very well, to everyone in her life. She was always praising everyone for any big or seemingly small feat, she was always there for everyone and anyone who needed her. Jamie was the kind of woman that would laugh with you, cry with you, and console you all at once. Everyone who has met Jamie always has the same things to say; "She was inspiring," or "She is someone I aspire to be." Her attributes were nothing short than a gift from God. She was kind, loving, compassionate, hilarious, humble, eccentric, caring, selfless, inspiring, honest, integrous, generous, courageous, and resilient. Jamie raised me as a single mother as someone who had already been through a very traumatic childhood. My mother was a woman who scratched and clawed for a way out of abuse, unsafe situations, unsteady financial situations, unhealthy relationships, and she always gave glory to God for delivering her from such sorrow and heartbreak. Jamie never let the cycle of trauma affect how she raised me.

My mother was the kind of woman to be calm, understanding, and patient with me. Jamie did not let anyone, or anything stand in the way of being my mother. Jamie would frequently tell me, "Once I held you in my arms, everything made sense. Nothing else mattered. I just knew that if someone hurt you, I would kill them." I was not the only one she felt this way about. My mother would bend over backwards, and she would fight for who she loved. She was relentless, and if someone in her life was hurting, she would fight tooth and nail to help her loved ones. In the end, my mother still maintained her beautiful spirit.

My mother had been waiting to come home to Jesus for decades, and at 46, on Friday, November 7th, 2025, she finally went home to her lord and savior, Jesus Christ. Right now, she is dancing and singing with Jesus, looking down on all of us with joy and love.