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Berg, Thelma Mae (Jeff)  
Thelma Mae (Jeff) Berg November 22, 1931 - June 16, 2015 After a long struggle with Alzheimer's Disease, Thelma Mae (or Jeff, as she preferred to be called) Berg, devoted wife and mother, age 83 of Apple Valley went to be with the Lord on June 16, 2015, with her husband and five children by her side. She is survived by her husband of 65 years, Bruce E. Berg; her sons Rikk (Kathy) Berg and Scott (Laura) Berg; her daughters Kelly (Gary) Osborne, Christy Berg, and Tami (Andy) Carlton; and her sisters Betty Hiett and Wilma Thoreson, and brother Leslie Jefferson. She is also survived by 13 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren. Jeff was preceded in death by her parents Wilbur and Mildred Jefferson and her brother Charles Jefferson. Jeff was born November 22, 1931 in Salt Lake City, Utah. She moved to California as a young girl and graduated from Monrovia High School in 1950 and was married in July of 1950 to Bruce Berg. Bruce and Jeff moved to Apple Valley in 1966. In 1989 they opened Footprints Laundromat in Apple Valley, which they owned and operated for 15 years. Jeff loved God, her family, and her horses-Hammerin' Hank was her favorite horse. She was the secretary of the High Desert Appaloosa Horse Club-for which she also wrote the newsletter-and Spotted Valley Appaloosa Horse Club. She attended The Church for Whosoever in Apple Valley, California. Anyone fortunate enough to have known her will remember her as caring and compassionate. Her heart was kind, and her soul cared deeply for those around her, even when they were strangers. Sometimes people she hardly knew came in to the laundromat with problems and she tried to solve them. Jeff loved to spend time talking and listening to people, and wanted to help them uncover solutions to their problems. She was never too busy to help someone, to spend time talking with them. She made people feel as if they could tell her anything, and some people visited the laundromat not to wash their clothing but just to talk with her. She was sensitive to the needs of those around her: if she thought someone was hurting she felt compelled to make them feel better. She consistently went out of her way to ask people if they were okay if they seemed distressed. She didn't wait for them to initiate a conversation. Even at the many horse shows she and Bruce attended-people would come from all over to talk with her. Everyone liked her-she was just that kind of person. Even the animals loved her. There was Boots the dog, and other dogs over the years. And at one point she even had 17 cats all at the same time. Her heart was tender. She wanted to take them all in. When her children lived at home she would sometimes stay up all night long talking with them and their friends. She was friendly to everyone, and her children's friends knew that they could come over any time and be welcomed. Her sense of humor was quirky and off-beat, and she taught her kids the value of learning to laugh at themselves. She knew intuitively that laughter could ease the seriousness of a situation. She taught her children to be leaders and not followers-to do things their own way and in their own time. "Don't be a sheep," she would say. Jeff's children meant the world to her. She liked to make Christmas special for her children, even when they were grown with children of their own. Many holidays were spent at Bruce and Jeff's home, and she always managed to think of her grandchildren, even if it meant giving them each a liter of soda for Christmas, which might not have been thrilling to the parents but certainly made the kids' year. She loved her grandchildren, and it's no surprise, given the childlike spirit that characterized her. She loved Hershey bars and Pepsi, and she often had a See's lollipop in her mouth. All these things, of course, are things that can be seen, observed, witnessed. But there were parts of her that also went unseen by most-things she may not have spoken about, but which were nonetheless important to her. She loved to write.She was constantly writing little things down-poems, thoughts, fragments. Poems would come to her all of a sudden, as if out of nowhere, and she would write them down, immortalizing her thoughts and feelings. The words that we write become extensions of ourselves. How lucky we are to have these pieces of her-remnants of her fleeting thoughts and desires. And that she wrote-albeit privately, sporadically, and often on scraps of paper-tells us that she wanted to be remembered always. She wanted to remember and be remembered. Some say that grief is really just desire and longing in their purest form. Perhaps it is in grieving that we come to understand just how deep is our love for someone. And perhaps no one knew the meaning of love better than Jeff. She and Bruce demonstrated a love that was eternal and inspiring. It was infectious from beginning to end. As the story goes, Jeff was working at a malt shop in Monrovia with Bruce's sister Darya, who once showed her a photo of Bruce in the army. Jeff looked at the photo and said to herself, "I'm going to marry him one day." It was the stuff of which dreams and movies are made. Jeff was a song leader, and so Bruce went to games and saw her there. One day he grew tired of watching and went in to that malt shop, sat down, ordered a cherry coke, and asked Jeff when they would go out and get married. She laughed her beautiful laugh. And finally he asked her out and she said yes. Not long after, she told Bruce she had a date with someone else and he said, "No, you don't." And she never went out with anyone else again. Their love was written in stone. A novelist once said, "Everything that has been made from love is alive," and seeing Jeff and Bruce together was an indelible reminder of this. They were alive, and they loved deeply. They danced-they loved to dance. Jeff was a wonderful dancer, and the sounds of Glen Miller were especially inspiring to her. She was beautiful-her face and hair always impeccably done. She loved music, especially Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash; she and Bruce saw them both live on more than one occasion. For Bruce, the beauty of their love materialized most profoundly in the simple things. For him, just being with her-that's the memory that makes him happiest. They went everywhere together. She liked McDonald's ice cream, and for years Bruce took her to get one every day, and they would drive around while they ate them. Once in a while they would go out to Lucerne Valley and have Mexican food. Chile relleno and rice and beans-that was her favorite, while Bruce would have a hamburger. Love is found in the simple things. Like the time Jeff was going to clean out the dryers at the Laundromat and Bruce said no. But she had a mind of her own, and when he said no, she said yes, and got down on all fours to clean out the dryers. They were a team, a partnership. They were inseparable. They were in love. That love doesn't disappear with the passing of Jeff. It doesn't evaporate or grow cold. Bruce spent hours a day with Jeff near the end. He never left her side, often bringing her strawberry banana smoothies each day. She always liked the sweet things that life had to offer. But more importantly, she was a woman worth loving with all of your heart and soul-the kind of woman that inspires one to love deeply. Hers was a romantic impulse, returned in kind by the love and commitment of her husband Bruce. The poet Yehuda Amichai famously wrote: "Just as time isn't inside clocks, love isn't inside bodies: bodies only tell the love." The body may be gone, but the love remains. Grief is heavy as it bakes inside of the ones who remain while one has gone, but it is grief that helps us to remember the beauty, the simplicity, and the love that so characterized Jeff's time with us. She was a gift, and we give back to her by giving her a home in our memories. Funeral services will be Friday June 26 at The Church of Whosoever (18628 Seneca Rd, Apple Valley 92307): viewing at 11am and service at 1pm. Sunset Hills Memorial Park of Apple Valley presides over funeral arrangements. Gratitude is expressed to Valley Crest Senior Living and Seasons Hospice.
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Published in the Daily Press from June 24 to June 25, 2015
Bliss, Wilbur Lee  
Wilbur Lee Bliss May 5, 1930 - June 24, 2015 Together Again! Wilbur L. Bliss left us to be reunited with Donna, his sweetheart of 67 years. Wilbur was born to Savilla and William Bliss in Gering, Nebraska. The family later moved to Long Beach, CA where he met and married Donna. Together they raised four children, and cherished 20 grandchildren and 29 great grandchildren. He lived his life devoted to his family and to God. Wilbur is survived by their four children: Andrea, Rand, Daniel and Larry. Memorial services will be held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints at 9533 Hickory Avenue in Hesperia CA 92345 on Thursday, July 2nd, 2015. The viewing will be at 9:30 am and memorial service at 10:00 am. Graveside services follows at Desert View Memorial Park, 11478 Amargosa Road, Victorville CA 92392.
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Published in the Daily Press from July 1 to July 2, 2015
Butts, Ronald Earl  
Ronald Earl Butts December 20, 1937 - June 13, 2015 "Ronnie" Butts was a lifetime resident of Victorville, California. The sudden passing of Ron, beloved Husband, Father, Grandfather, Great-grandfather, Great-great Grandfather, Uncle and Friend will leave a void in our hearts forever. We take comfort in the love and support that we have received from all who knew him. Ron is survived by his wife and "high school sweetheart of more than sixty years," Deanna "Dee" Butts. They would have celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary in July 2015. He is also survived by his son Brian and wife Sally, his daughters, Ardie, Rhonda and Destany, granddaughters, Kimberly and Kerry, great-granddaughters, Chelsea, Brittany, Keyara and Torianna and great-great-grandson, Aiden. Ron was preceded in death by his parents, Leland and Gladys Butts and brother, Donald Butts. They are together now in the Lord's hands. Ron graduated from University of Redlands in 1959. Shortly after, Principal Keith Gunn hired Ron to join his staff at Victor Valley High School starting that fall semester. Throughout his thirty-eight years at Victor Valley "Hail to the Green and White," Ron was a dedicated teacher, mentor, 'Jack Rabbit' football coach, golf coach, and Athletic Director. In lieu of flowers, Ronnie and Dee would prefer you purchase a bouquet for your home or make a contribution to the charity of your choice in memory of Ronald Butts. Plans for a Celebration of Life are pending for this fall.
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Published in the Daily Press on June 28, 2015
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