Marlene Katherine Schmidt (Stich) was born on Tuesday, Sept. 9, 1941 in Melville, Sask. She was the youngest of 13 children. She passed away peacefully on Tuesday, March 12, 2019, among family and friends.
Marlene married the love of her life, George Schmidt of Melville, in 1960. They had four children, Lorna, Greg, Nancy and Brian.
Marlene was predeceased by her husband, George; parents Michael and Elizabeth (Haberstock); daughter Nancy; brothers Edward, George, Ernest, Gordon and Harold; sisters Mary, Hilda and Irene; in-laws Helmuth Hack, Hank Dykstra, Grace Stich and Alan Erhardt; and good friend and companion, Elroy Assman.
She leaves to cherish her life and mourn her passing: daughter Lorna (Pat Shanks) and children Brendan, Raymond and Danielle of Edmonton; son Greg (Lynne) and children Joshua, Connor and Ben of Winnipeg; son Brian (Pam) of Calgary; sisters Doreen Erhardt and Viola Hack; brothers Allan (Pat) Stich and Edwin (Evelyn) Stich; in-laws Allan Churchman, Joyce Stich, Leona Stich and Doreen Stich; and numerous close and loving family and friends.
The family would like to thank the wonderful staff at St. Peter’s Hospital, who looked after her with such great care. We would also like to thank Carol Baber, Arlene Hack and Doreen Stich for their care and compassion over the last few months. Marlene has ridden into the sunset to be with her soul- mate, prince and cowboy husband, George. The one passion they had was riding together, and now they can do that forever.
A celebration of Marlene’s life was held on Monday, May 6, 2019 at the German Heritage Club Hall, Melville with the Rev. Doug Schmirler officiating. Several people shared their memories of Marlene to make it a true celebration of her life.
Arrangements entrusted to Matthews Funeral Home, Melville.
Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak.
I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face.
I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth.
I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream.
Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.
I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision.
I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumn’s call and I shall return at Summer rising.
I am the stag on the wild hills way.
I am just around the corner.
Therefore, the wise weep not.
But rejoice at the transformation of my Being.