Calling Hours:
Sunday, March 10, 2024, 1:00-3:00pm
Loutzenhiser-Randall Funeral Home and Cremation
Services, 416 Liberty St., Jamestown, PA

Burial will be in South Shenango Cemetery

Hugh D. Clark, age 38, of Linesville Rd., Hartstown passed away Monday morning, March 4, 2024 in his residence. He was born in Mauston, WI on August 11, 1985 a son of Hugh and Tamara (Aronson) Clark.

He was a self employed tree climber and enjoyed the outdoors, animals, and spending time with family. Hugh was kind hearted and recently became more than a father, he truly enjoyed being a dad.

He is survived by his parents; a son, Ashton Riley; and a sister, Sarah Taylor Clark all of Hartstown.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Strayhaven Animal Shelter, 94 Donation Rd., Greenville, PA.



  1. Gina Nassief Gina Nassief
    March 6, 2024    

    Tamara & family

    I’m so deeply sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved son.
    No words can truly express the loss of a child. Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.

  2. Anonymous Anonymous
    March 6, 2024    

    Dear family,
    My sincere condolences on the passing of your beloved son . Please know that I am praying for all of you during
    this difficult time..May HoughDuncan’s memory be a blessing for all.
    Much love,
    Jill Lerman Strauss

  3. Joan Rogoff Joan Rogoff
    March 6, 2024    

    Mort and I are at a loss for words hearing about Hugh.
    Please accept our deepest sympathies to your whole family.
    Joan and Mort Rogoff

  4. Chuck & Betsy Chuck & Betsy
    March 6, 2024    

    We are so sorry for your loss. We are praying for your whole family.

  5. Diane Mowery Diane Mowery
    March 6, 2024    

    Oh I’m am so sorry. Hugs to all.
    So hard to lose a child no matter the age.

  6. Kristina Smith Kristina Smith
    March 6, 2024    

    Tamara and Hugh,
    Our family is truly sorry for your loss. We have fond memories of Duncan when we were your neighbors.
    We are praying for you all and may you all find comfort in the Lord.
    Todd and Kris Smith
    Greenville NC

  7. Bonnie Altman Bonnie Altman
    March 10, 2024    

    I am so very sorry and heartbroken over this loss. Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you. RIP Duncan

  8. Justin L Justin L
    March 21, 2024    

    Memories of you engulf me.
    Your laugh and your facial expressions,
    the way you always wore emotions
    in your eyes.

    I remember wrestling with you
    on the back lawn.
    Getting stung by bees,
    and drinking pop by the swimming pool.
    We found solace in doing nothing at all,
    all summer long.

    I can still hear you yell “Mom,” then “Tamara!”
    sex hundred times to get her attention.
    From three rooms away,
    just to ask a random question.
    She always came,

    I can still smell the cut grass
    framing boundless bike trails.
    I remember when the neighbors dog
    crushed our fossils.
    We were devastated.
    As if we already knew
    how fragile,
    how precious time is.

    We used to catch crawdads,
    just to stare at them a while,
    and set them free.
    Stinging nettle
    was a daily occurrence.

    All the trouble we’d get into.
    Those paragraphs of remorse
    we had to write.
    The real punishment was
    time apart.

    I used to call my mom
    to pick me up,
    after watching Jurassic Park
    or The X Files.
    It would take me hours
    to find the courage to brave your dark hallway
    and ask your parents to call my mom.

    We would search the night sky
    for anything that moved;
    proof of extraterrestrial life.
    Falling asleep to the sound
    of Geckos having a late night snack.

    We were the only kids
    in a rainstorm.
    Sarah was always
    jumping the loudest.
    Tamara dressed me in your clothes
    to get home.

    It’s odd to recall
    my life feeling simple
    and effortless.
    Making up games with you,
    fishing all day and annoying our dads.

    When you moved
    things became complicated.
    For all of us.
    For the entire

    I miss that feeling.
    Before life got heavy.
    Potato latkes with applesauce.
    Spider costumes made from cardboard.
    Building cars on the workbench
    with tools we never asked permission to use.

    We had each other’s backs,
    even after a fight or being sent home.
    We shared the type of friendship
    few people get to experience.
    It’s something fleeting
    and indescribable.

    My life is forever better
    having known you, Duncan.
    I hope we can do it all again
    in a million light years.
    Thank you for being my first,
    best friend.

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