Marlit was an enthusiastic, bright lady. She loved to play pool and bowl; she crocheted and donated a lot of her crocheted items to children and adults with cancer, as well as, military members overseas. Her family got several of those beautiful knits as well.
Marlit passed away on June 12, 2021 in Aurora, Colorado. She is preceded in death by her parents Hanna and Adam Mihr; siblings, Gisela Porter, Elvira Jordan, and Lothar Mihr; and her husband, John F. Jernberg in 1994. She is survived by her children, Jürgen Mihr of Berlin, Germany, John Jernberg of Aurora, CO, Marianne Amberg of Arvada, CO, Brenda Stearns of Parker, CO; and Connie Bratchell of Lakewood, CO; grandchildren, Steffi Urbanke of Thierhaupten, Germany, Tamara Seiler of Kempten, Germany, Christopher Amberg, Troy Amberg, Cortny Amberg, Keleen Stanfield, Camron Stanfield, Spencer Stearns, and Blake Bratchell; great-grandchildren, Lucas Urbanke, Simon Urbanke, Oliver Urbanke, Joleen Seiler, Viviana Seiler, Lelani Stanfield, Tavia Coleman-Stanfield, Bentley Bratchell, Weston Bratchell, and Thea Bratchell, as well as, many extended family members and friends.
A funeral service will be held on Tuesday, July 13, 2021 at 10am at Advantage Aurora Chase Chapel. Marlit will be laid to rest later.
My thoughts for Mom,
As long as I breathe you will be that soft beat in my heart. As you lived, each year was certainly a celebration. But now that you are gone from our visual sight, it’s striking to me that you nearly made it to 98 Mom. My earliest memories were of you baking and cooking of tidying the house, of you ironing our clothes, even Dad’s underwear (Military life perhaps?). You bought me a real little full metal iron and had me put it on the steam heater in Stuttgart, and you taught me how to iron little handkerchiefs. Boy I felt like such a big girl. You made sure I always had girly things. And the graciousness you had for John, Jurgen and I at Christmas time, well lets just say “I know where I got it from”, I can’t buy just one gift, and yet to know in your childhood, one gift was sufficient for you and your siblings. And as our family grew, so did the circle of gifts around the tree grow. I still love the Kris Kringle traditions, the setting out of our shoes, you made sure we cleaned them and not one of us kids ever got any coal, only good treats, the Advent Calendar us kids had to take turn for our day to open up the little door, and the Advent wreath every Sunday lit and think of those no longer with us. The war years stole from you the biggest loss, that of family members and belongings, but created in you no bitterness, at least you never shared it with us kids. You always said, to the very end, “God has been good to me, God has given me a good life”. When stateside you would order school clothes from the catalogues and every year that I can remember, my excitement to get them, but my disappointment because I had to wait a month to get the returns, cause you see, in Europe your size back then was your age. Well you can imagine for a 9 yr. old getting a size 9 dress, well slightly too big. I loved your school bag lunches, the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, with butter on each slice. When I was sick you’d make your special Cream of Wheat soup. You missed your family abroad in all directions but always wrote letters. You taught me that family is everything special in life to keep hold of each other no matter. I pray that we are trying very hard with this Moml. When I met my special guy, Tom, you accepted him and the two of you had a special bond to the end. You left lasting memories and laughter with Chris, Troy and Cort, with your fun natured self, with the mishmash of words in your vocabulary, because you had to teach yourself English, so not all words you used were exact but close enough, and everyone would say, yep that there is an Oma Jernberg word. And as life moved on and we lost Dad, I still don’t know how you kept yourself together, you didn’t get depressed but plunged yourself into living independently on your own. As each chapter in your life gave you new obstacles medically you pushed yourself to accept and live the best you could, finally saying you were now married to your walker. You accepted the condition of your very senior years, not able to do life on your own but needing some extra help, yet still living independent by yourself and non ceasing in crocheting from morning to night. The joy it gave you to give away to the baby units, to go with me to the military base and meet with the Sr. Officers who gladly took your camouflage crotchet scarves they sent to the troops, the joy of getting letters with pictures of their gratitude. You loved your new country and the people who fought for a freedom you didn’t have growing up, you loved the military life experience with Dad. And always always saying “God has been good to me, God has given me a good life”. The lasting image of you yet crocheting an hour before your passing while deeply asleep is ever etched in my mind. I know that when I get to heaven, those angels will have something special upon their heads. Every night we’d end our call with I Love you, God Bless you and Tschuss. These three I say one last time to you.
And now Mom, May the Lord Bless and Keep you, May the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you, May the Lord turn to you and give you Everlasting Peace.
I know by Gods Promise I will see you again----Marianne
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