Valerie Ann Asbell
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On October 20th, 2026, Valerie Ann Asbell passed peacefully with her loved ones by her side.
Born in Kansas City, Missouri December 27, 1962, and preceded in death by her mother Marsha Arni (Snyder) and father Charles “Skip” Snyder. Valerie is survived by her husband of 41 years Steven Asbell, five daughters: Alejandre, Shaina [Nathan], Anna [Billy], Katherine, Melody [Nicholas]; six grandchildren: Ella, Will, Cora, Oliver, Ophelia, Wade; her beloved brother: Eric Snyder; nephews and niece: Carson, Peyton, and Jaedin; great nephew: Ryker; as well as a village of children and family both chosen and given.
People who knew Val knew she loved music, reading from her expansive collection of books (especially Stephen King), fishing, playing around in the garden, correcting poor grammar at literally every opportunity, and simply doing anything that involved being outside in the sunshine.
More than any of those things Val loved her family. People and the experiences she had with them were what she held closest to her heart. So, we ask that in the spirit of celebrating her vibrance in life, everyone please leave their favorite memory about Val in the guest book.
A tentative date of December 27, 2026 has been set for services. More details to follow.
She was a great mother and raised some amazing children, some of the best people I’ve ever met. I wish could travel back in time and live it all again. Whenever I hear Stephen King’s name I think of you.
Salmon was my first best friend. We were mates for 53 years. Although we later disagreed on many things, our love and respect for each other remained strong. As a grammar nerd myself, it was wonderful to talk to someone so intelligent and witty. I will always honor her memory and friendship.
Ha! I forgot to leave my favorite memory of Valerie. It is called “purple flowers” and I will not elaborate any further unless one of her daughters goad me into the full story at her memorial.
Mom, I miss you so much, and I love you. I have a lot of favorite stories about you. One of my favorites was being up way too late with you one night because I couldn’t sleep, and we somehow ended up getting into a debate over the correct pronunciation of Cuba. It was so silly and we had to be up the next morning, but it’s a memory I’m grateful for because I can still hear you laughing right now.