Janet Sue (Stiteler) Hatfield.
Janet passed away on February 23rd, 2017 which was one week after her beloved husband Jack passed away. There is no doubt that he called her home and she wanted nothing more than to be with him.
Janet retired from Stone Container and spent the last twenty years enjoying her husband, children and grandchildren who she loved with all her heart. Janet was always involved with her children and never missed a practice, a game or dance recital.
Janet was an avid gardner and during the summers she would most likely be found in her yard tending to her beautiful flower gardens. She enjoyed crocheting, fishing, mushroom hunting and loved watching Nascar races.
Janet is survived by her two children Jack (Tricia) Hatfield ll and Shannon Hatfield and her partner Charles (Cj) Shilling and 5 grandchildren; Cody Bell, Brielle Bell, Logan Bell, Charles (Cj) Shilling ll, and Jack Hatfield lll all of Mansfield Ohio.
Janet is also survived by one brother Daniel (Shirley) Stiteler of Mansfield, one sister Betty of Michigan and one brother-in-law Larry (Kay) Hatfield of Mansfield.
Janet was proceeded in death by her parents George and Leona (McGregor) Stiteler and 9 siblings one of which was not only her sister but her best friend (Pauline Gangluff) and her husband Jack Hatfield Sr.
Per Janet’s request no services will be held at this time.
“Death is Nothing at All”
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I and you are you,
And the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were together, that v we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without a ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever had meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is an absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am here waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt, nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
