
Jane Alston Maxwell

Obituary
With deep sorrow we share that Jane Alston Maxwell unexpectedly passed away at her home in Cape Girardeau on August 4, 2025 at the age of 68.
Jane was born on July 9, 1957 in Ann Arbor, MI, the daughter of Charles Neville Maxwell III and Patsie Hale Maxwell.
Jane grew up in Carbondale, IL, where she received a bachelors in Psychology in 1979 from Southern Illinois University Carbondale. She lived for short periods in Tuscon, AZ, Lawrence, KS, and St. Louis. After returning to Carbondale, she went back to school at SIUC and earned her masters and then PhD in 2008 in Educational Psychology with dissertation “The Adult Child and Aging Parent Dyad: Exploring the Experience of Caregiving and Care Receiving.” She moved to Kirksville, MO in 2006 and Cape Girardeau, MO in 2016.
Over her career as a mental health counselor, she worked at several practices including Truman State University Counseling Services. Her understanding of the human condition and her compassion for others were a guiding force throughout her career. Out of deep curiosity for other people’s life experiences and generosity of her time, she helped countless individuals navigate the most challenging issues in their lives.
Jane was a devoted and loving mother to her daughter, Katherine, and known by her family and friends for her kind, tender-hearted personality. She expressed herself authentically, laughing genuinely and freely, and contributed thoughtful insights to conversations. She was always available to listen and lift others from their sorrows. Overcoming many challenges in her personal life, she remains an inspiration.
Jane’s feminine sophistication did not diminish with age; she smiled gracefully and kindly to everyone she met. She maintained a lifelong passion for the issues women face, and served as president of the National Organization of Women of Northeast Missouri. She was politically active, enjoyed reading and listening to music, took pride in keeping a welcoming home, and cared for animals.
Those who knew Jane will remember her warmth, intellect, and exceptional kindness which she gave so readily.
She is survived by her loving daughter Katherine Maxwell of Austin, TX; sisters, Bess Maxwell (Mary Steele Ferguson) of Raphine, VA, Anna Maxwell Dennis (Jay Dennis) of Winchester, VA, and Mary Maxwell (Lori Alexander) of Bellbrook, OH; and nieces, Georgia Dennis of Winchester, VA, and Carmen Dennis (Daniel Phillips) of Kenmore, WA. She is preceded in death by her parents Charles and Patsie Maxwell.
A memorial and celebration of life is planned in July 2026. Friends are encouraged to share memories on the page online-tribute.com/jane-a-maxwell. In lieu of flowers, donations in Jane’s memory can be made to the Survivor Empowerment Center of Carbondale (empoweringsurvivors.org) or the Safe House for Women of Southeast Missouri (semosafehouse.org).
Miss You
I miss you in the morning, dear,
When the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
Because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you, the joy of your
Unfailing sympathy.
The world is full of folks, it's true,
But there was only one of you.
I miss you at the noontide, dear;
The crowded city street
Seems but a desert now, I walk
In solitude complete.
I miss your hand beside my own
The light touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eyes of you
So sure to understand.
The world is full of folks, it's true,
But there was only one of you.
I miss you in the evening, dear,
When daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
To rest me from the day,
I try to think I see you yet
There where the firelight gleams⸺
Weary at last, I sleep, and still
I miss you in my dreams.
The world is full of folks, it's true,
But there was only one of you.
⸺ANONYMOUS
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Memories
I was fortunate to keep in touch with Jane after we graduated, moved on to jobs and had our own children (each only having one). When I came back to Carbondale to visit my parents, after my son was born, Jane’s house was my refuge, just down the street. I would often need a break from the grandparents and Jane was always happy to offer both a shoulder and an ear!
And, one of my favorite all time stories that Jane liked to tell (and I love re-telling), was when she went to see Jimmy Buffett in concert. After the concert, she and some friends went to a bar with a pool table. In walks Jimmy Buffett and Jane plays pool with him!! In an awesome blaze of coolness, Jane ended up rebuffing (no pun intended) Jimmy Buffett’s advances stating “He was too short!!” I’d like to think that maybe they are both playing a little pool together in heaven, now.
From the comments, it sounds like Jane made a difference in many peoples’ lives. She will be missed. Condolences to Katherine, Bess, Anna and Mary


One of my silliest memories of Jane, was after a morning news broadcast report a man "was hurt in the scuffle". Jane, confused about what part of the body that was, asked "where the hell's the scuffle?!"
I remember walking into the kitchen to all the sisters in an absolute fit of laughter, Jane included.
She had such a wonderful sense of humor, and I miss her laugh dearly.
Our sincere sympathy to Katherine , Maxwell sisters, extended family and cousins at this time.
I remember 3 little girls, dressed similarly in crinolined dresses; short, bowl hair cuts and their very young baby sister. I couldn't understand their Daddy's accent at first. Jane and I immediately bonded over playing with baby dolls and we spent countless hours playing in our basement with donated furniture and clothing. I loved our primitive chat line that began when she moved into a bedroom with a window that faced mine. We'd talk softly, making plans.
Missing you Janiebird.
Still hard to believe she is gone but she will live in memories for many people.
Wish she had been able to attend our recent 50th high school reunion.
Miss you sister.
⸻
I was blessed to meet Jane back in junior high school. From the very beginning, she carried herself with a quiet spirit that drew people in—not loud or flashy, but steady and graceful. Her laugh was unforgettable, the kind that could light up a room and linger in your memory long after. She had an air of sophistication about her, even when we were young, as if she had an old soul with wisdom tucked behind her gentle presence.
Through the years, I came to love her for exactly who she was—kind, genuine, and effortlessly elegant. While my heart aches at her passing, I hold onto gratitude for the gift of her friendship and the memories we shared. She will always be a part of me, and her spirit will live on in the quiet moments, the laughter, and the grace that remind me of her.
One of my clearest memories of her is from a snowy day when we were little. All the neighborhood kids trudged over to Skyline Drive to sled. I was just a little squirt...probably only 5 or so. I came down with a fever and I’m sure I started whining. Jane dutifully picked me up and carried me all the way home. I don’t even know if she ever got to go back out and sled. Thank you, Jane…and sorry😬.
In these past few years, Jane and I would chat almost every week. Jane was incredibly proud of her daughter, Katherine. You could hear the joy and pride in her voice every single time she talked about her. I’ll miss being able to pick up the phone and check in on her, just to see how her week was going and to hear how Katherine was doing.
Love and miss you, Jane
Yes, we were nominally acquainted in grade school/high school, but being in different grades we were more ‘aware of’ than ‘known to’ each other. (Bess is my age; Jane was younger, my sister’s age.) We started chatting through Facebook, one of those serendipitous things that was a pleasure. I appreciated our exchanges and the depth and breadth of her knowledge and caring. Those couple of years difference that seem so much in high school of course are nothing afterwards. An impressive family, the Maxwells.
Sympathy and love to Bess and sisters.
This will be the first of many memories I will share of Jane, my dear sister.
We were toddlers in Ann Arbor Michigan and I vaguely remember my Nana rocking Jane. When we moved to Tuscaloosa where my father joined the University of Alabama math department, Jane was 2 years old. During her pre-school years Jane loved visiting my grandmother’s big house. Grandma had a wonderful dressing table where Jane would sit for hours playing with her jewelry and make-up.
Grandma had a turquoise Cadillac with yellow leather interior. Jane and I loved going for rides. Just days before Jane died we were laughing about that car.
Miss you dear Jane

