Estella Kay Wiley Brown passed away peacefully at her home in Provo, Utah on Friday, August 25th of 2017 at the age of 68. After her valiant fight with cancers of the breast, bone, and blood, and congestive heart failure, she turned her gaze toward Heaven and bade us farewell. Her unwavering faith in God, strong will to live, positive attitude, and the love and prayers of her family and friends carried her through several years of treatment. She was the faithful and stalwart Wife of Gary Brown for 51 years and the gracious Mother of Wade, Jason (d. 23 Aug 2014), Melisa, Joshua, and Atalie. She was the proud Grandmother of Garrek, Ailli, Jenna, Maika, Neleh (of Wade); Amanda, Ashlyn (of Jason); Rachel (& Tyler: Shawn), Tiffany, Elisabeth (of Melisa & David Ladle); Sidney, Tanner (& Ashleigh: Zelda); Quinn, Riley (of Joshua & Suzann), Alohna (daughter Mckenzie), Cedric, Cai, Alaisa, Ataylee, Ckezra, Cyeele of (Atalie Moore). Great-Grandmother of the aforementioned Mckenzie, Zelda, and Shawn. She is survived by siblings Lydia (& Terry Foot), Pamela (& Gene Smith), Kevin (& Laurina Wiley) and was preceded in death by her mother Fern Gull Wiley, father Merrell Wiley, and older brother Michael Wiley. And her son Jason. A native of Utah, Kay was born on February 13, 1949 in Tooele, Utah. As a small child, her family relocated to Provo, Utah where she spent most of her adolescence. While attending Provo High, she made the cheer-leading squad and set about the vibrant business of boosting morale and supporting the teams as they played toward their victories on the court and field. Charged as she was with charisma and joy for living, it wasn't long before love opened its arms to her, and Gary came into her life. Kay married her high-school sweetheart, Gary, on June 10th of 1966, in Springville, Utah, and made their first few homes in Provo. They bowled together on a league for a few years and won some trophies. She helped Gary build a playhouse over the sand pile and remodel the garage into a family room. On one or more occasions, she tossed kids into the car to run dad to the emergency room for a cut to the head or a nail through a finger. Kay and Gary spent many weekends with their new little family, fishing, and boating with their extended families at Strawberry Reservoir and other locales. They loved taking us to the mountains, lakes, and deserts; instilling a love of the outdoors and teaching us the basics of hiking, fishing, and hunting. They later realized their dream of moving, to build a large home and garden, on a two-acre farmland in Payson, Utah where we noted, as comedic author Erma Bombeck purports, the grass does grow greener over the septic tank. We spent several months living in the unfinished basement of two-by-four walls covered with black plastic and carpet pieces on the cement until the upstairs had been completed. While she waited on the drilling of a replacement well, it was a cumbersome process to fetch water: First, she would use her car and cables to jump start the old beat up truck containing a huge metal tank the neighbors let us borrow, drive it down the road to their house to fill the tank from their well, leave the engine running since the battery wouldn't hold a charge, drive it back, inch it closer to the basement laundry room, and finally hook the hose back up through the window. It was there, each of us took turns standing in front of the washer and dryer so as to be right above the drain, that she would hose us clean each day, fill jugs for flushing the toilet, and fill other containers for cooking and cleaning. She did this almost daily for nearly a month. Kay chauffeured us in a massive teal-colored Suburban. Once, she hit a patch of ice hidden beneath the deep snow ruts and spun a 180'¡'¡, suddenly sending her back the other way. This beast of a vehicle also managed to have one tire miss the driveway bridge over the canal and make a nose dive into it. Gary was out of town on a business trip, so she rounded up help from neighbors to extract it. The next few years were spent learning to raise milk cows, rabbits, chickens, dogs, cats, a verdant garden, and one year the puniest and most pathetic pig the processing plant ever had the task of butchering. Most important to her, however, was raising her five bright-eyed children. Kay loved learning, and in her pursuit of knowledge became an expert at skimming the cream from settled milk and churning it into butter by rolling it underfoot in a jar. She canned and dried the fruits and vegetables grown on the farm well into the evenings, allowing nothing to go to waste. She studied various holistic modalities to support our health and protect us from illness. She became so skilled at it, in fact, that she concocted her own recipes out of herbs, oils, and minerals. She regularly plucked slivers from tiny fingers, soothed scraped knees with the iridescent orange-and-pink-staining Merthiolate, crafted clothes from bags of velour and other fabric pieces, cut our hair, perfected a meat-less wheat sausage recipe, and treated us regularly to phenomenally tasty peanut butter bars with chocolate frosting on three-quarters, and maple or vanilla on the rest--pleasing both factions of the family. She and Gary hosted many barbecues and parties at the house where Kay became the reigning limbo champion. She was also unmatched in the Brown Paper Bag Game where players, without touching the ground with their hands or knees, would attempt to pick the bag up with their teeth. It was cut shorter after each round, and incredibly Kay picked it up when it was only a few inches tall. On many summer vacations, she would either host at home, or take the family to her cousins in Erda, to play card games, laugh, and share family stories and memories. After a few years of farming, she and dad built another house a few miles west doing everything themselves except for the foundation and brick work. The location in the cul-de-sac was near a dangerous hill, and there were numerous times they had to run out to treat people in shock from car crashes until the paramedics arrived. It happened enough times that they made a space in the front closet for blankets, flashlights, and a first aid kit. This is the same home where we witnessed a lightning storm that nearly took out her favorite apple tree, and unfortunately for the neighbors, struck their chimney knocking bricks off it. The thunderous force was so great, that Jason was launched from the rocking chair in the family room. We also observed from the bay windows the entirety of Utah Valley lit up in the middle of the night with numerous lightning strikes. She has always been a storm lover and rainbow chaser. One particularly memorable time, she took a few of us kids to see if we could drive through the colors where they touched the ground and found that there was actually treasure there in the form of a visibly golden hue on the road and trees around us. She was often vocal about the wonderment and evidence of God's ineffable creative power. Kay was a skillful artist in painting and singing, an excellent writer. She graduated a two-year course from The Institute of Children's Literature. She wrote the heartfelt song Feelings of a Mother, and several roadshow scripts and music for the local church youth. Once all of us were in school, she worked part-time as a secretary for a local doctor. In 1986, Kay and Gary moved the family to Orem. She took a job at an elementary school working in the lunchroom. Eventually, Kay and Gary started an Heirloom Wood Products business working together to design and build fully decorated doll houses and furniture, picture frames, and blow-dyrer holders. A couple of years later they started a handyman business and worked together to renovate peoples' homes as they had done many times to all of their own. Kay was no stranger to putting up sheetrock, perfa-taping, shingling, painting, and other finishing touches required of the process. Eventually, Gary's mother needed hospice care. As the loving daughter-in-law to the woman that was a second mother and mentor since she lost her own at the age of 21, without hesitation, Kay provided a comfortable space and took her into her home. She devoted a laudable amount of care for the remaining months of her mother-in-law's life. After years of selling and buying homes, it made sense for Kay to become an agent herself to save money on commissions and to make a living from them. She took the required courses and passed the test to become a Utah Licensed Real Estate Agent. She worked at several different agencies for about seven years. She and Gary ultimately returned to Provo in 2012 where they rekindled their love of gardening, tending the yard, beautifying their homestead, and hosting backyard get-togethers for the family. Having purchased camping property in Fairview, Kay spent numerous weekends throughout the year alongside Gary, pouring their love and labor into the land. They incorporated self-sufficiency with solar, wind-power, and a septic tank with sewer dumps leading from each of the trailer sites. Kay had an amazing gift for finding just where to drill the well as she has done so many times before and since, always to the amazement of well-drillers who were baffled that she could find water only hundreds of feet from the surface. She and Gary carved paths around the trees and perimeter so she could watch her children and grandchildren whiz by gleefully on their four-wheelers. Deeply spiritual all her life, Kay spent countless hours in her last eight years researching, evangelizing, and publishing several books, manuals and other media centered around Jesus Christ and His Gospel of Salvation through Grace. She could not contain her overwhelming desire to share this Good News with all whom she came in contact. During her recent hospital stays, all the nurses commented on her strength and love. They indicated what a treat it was for them to care for her because they could see her sweet spirit, love, and compassion, even during the pain she had to endure. To know Kay was to see clearly how deep the lake of her kindness flowed. A boundless love for God, for nature, for mankind instilled her actions with a certain radiance, and she shared that radiance wholeheartedly. She did this with no caveats attached, fully aware of its importance to those she encountered. She was a Jill-of-all-trades with a wealth of knowledge and experience to share. She was bright, intensely creative, compassionate, and had a fantastic sense of humor that will live on in the hearts of those she blessed with the gift of her presence. Kay was a strong, beautiful woman with a magnetic quality about her, a quality rooted in wisdom and compassion. It remained with her throughout all her struggles and helped her to persevere as she sought to illuminate the world just a little bit more, nourish and fulfill the lives of her husband, her children and grandchildren, her friends and neighbors, and finally, last of all, herself. It's no wonder since throughout her life, Kay was a tremendous example of unconditional selflessness and a champion for the less fortunate and marginalized. When it came time for her to depart, it was this wisdom and compassion that preceded her yet again. It touched the hearts of all who gathered at her side as she braved her final ordeal, and knelt beside her on into the night, until Heaven bent down to retrieve her. The Life Celebration Service will be Tuesday, August 29, 2017, 11:00 am at Walker Sanderson Funeral Home, 646 East 800 North, Orem, Utah. Family and friends may visit at the funeral home Monday evening from 6:00 - 8:00 pm or Tuesday morning from 9:30 - 10:30 am. Interment will be in Orem City Cemetery. Condolences may be offered to the family online at WalkerSanderson.com