RONAN – Danelle Rae “Babygirl” Tenas Paul, 37, unable to use her medical marijuana card, passed away on Thursday morning, April 21, 2011, at St. Luke’s Community Hospital in Ronan.

A member of the Confederated Salish & Kootenai Tribe, she was born in Polson on May 15, 1973, to Earline (Harrington) and Danny Tenas. Babygirl was raised in the St. John’s area of north Portland and while in high school started to return to the area, going back and forth many times

With an infectious laugh she would travel all over, dropping unexpected but appreciated calls to her family and friends whether it was in Vegas, the coast or somewhere in between. A professional “Hell raiser,” she eventually settled down and started a family and married Harold Paul on Dec. 22, 2009. They made their home in Ronan.

She enjoyed being around family and friends and was known for her ability that she had with dogs and strays. She made people laugh and lived life on her own terms.

She was preceded in death by her father Danny Tenas; grandparents Carla and Jiggs Harrington and Elizabeth and Camille Kenmille; an auntie Dorothy Couture; a favorite uncle Gary Harrington and her brothers Darrin Couture and Denny Wayne Johnson.

She is survived by her husband Harold Paul; her son Trevor Gardipe; her parents Earline and Eddie Couture; her brothers and sisters Danette Tenas and husband Donnie Yellow Owl, Dana and husband Adrian Hewankorn, Dan Kenmille, Shelly Olheiser and her husband Calvin, Crystal Houle and her husband Jessie, Danielle Lefthand, Wendal “Woody” Red Cloud, Richie Tonasket, Terry Hewankorn and Jerry Johnson; a sister of the heart Gaga Burke and numerous nieces and nephews who loved her very much and that she loved back, as well as a niece that she considered her granddaughter, Nevaeh.

A wake began Thursday at the Cultural Hall in Elmo with the Rosary being recited at 8 p.m. Friday. Funeral services will be held Saturday at 10 a.m. in the Hall with burial following in the Dayton Cemetery.

“I love you mom, I’m never gonna forget the memories. Sometimes you were the only one I could talk to. I’m going to hold on to the times we spent cruising around talking” from your baby boy.

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