Marjorie Catherine Wuebbold Cation was taken quietly to Heaven on January 31, 2021 at the age of 93.
Marjorie was born in St. Louis, MO September 3, 1927 but lived in Kansas City, MO most of her life. She graduated from Westport High School and Junior College, and later from Central MO State University, with a degree in Criminal Justice. She retired from the Kansas City MO Police Department after 29 years, most of it spent in the Regional Crime Laboratory. She was an active member of Immanuel Lutheran Church.
Faith, family and traditions were always important to her. Marjorie enjoyed her friends and loved to keep in touch using the old fashioned technique of card and letter writing. She loved her cats and always had at least one in her home. Marge was a genealogist and a philatelist.
She was preceded in death by her parents, Oliver H. and Margaret Cannady Wuebbold; an infant sister, Marilyn Claire; a brother, Donald Dean of Cole Camp, MO; and her husband, John A. Cation III. She is survived by daughters Janice Cation Reynolds and husband, David, of Springfield, MO; Mary Cation and husband, Keith Williams of Kansas City, MO; two granddaughters, Megan Reynolds Kilmer (Marcus Kilmer) and Julie Reynolds Dickey (Jason Dickey); and one great grandson, Evan Kilmer. The family is grateful to Stephanie Pray of Pathlight Home Care for her constant attention to Marjorie’s needs in her last days.
A service celebrating life, hope and resurrection will take place on February 6, 2021 at Immanuel Lutheran Church, 4205 Tracy, Kansas City, MO. Visitation will take place at 11:00 a.m. with the service following at 11:30 a.m. at the church. In lieu of flowers, Marjorie asks that donations be made to Immanuel Lutheran Church, PO Box 5326, Kansas City, MO, 64131, or the KC Pet Project. Burial will follow at the Memorial Park Cemetery in Kansas City, MO. Arrangements have been entrusted to Meyers Funeral Chapel in Blue Springs. Memories of Marjorie and words of comfort for her family may be shared at meyersfuneralchapel.com.
“The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but the gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrain. For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.”
Rest well, Mother. We rejoice with tears in our eyes, and will see you again.