“Gone Fishin”
Jack Allen Hatfield, 78 of Mansfield passed away February 16, 2017, surrounded by his loving wife and family.
Jack was born August 18, 1938 in Maysville, Ohio to Luther “Al” and Mamie (Waller) Hatfield.
Jack was an avid outdoorsman an enjoyed hunting, fishing, mushroom hunting, gardening, and just about anything that could get him outside. Jack also was a born storyteller and had a wonderful sense of humor. He could be heard walking around singing or whistling one of his favorite tunes. He was quick witted and full of great advice that was always rock solid.
Jack is survived by his wife, Janet (Stiteler) Hatfield; one son, Jack (Tricia) Hatfield, of Mansfield; one daughter, Shannon Hatfield and her partner, CJ Shilling, of Mansfield; five grandchildren, Cody Bell, Brielle Bell, Logan Bell, Charles (CJ) Shilling, ll, and Jack Hatfield III, all of Mansfield; and one brother, Larry (Kay) Hatfield, of Mansfield. He also leaves behind his Beagles, Buddy and Jake.
Jack was preceded in death by four brothers, Dale, Neal, Bill, and Bob.
Per Jack’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 to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into 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 the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I’m 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!
Online condolences may be made at www.wernergompf.com
