Marjorie “Joyce” Cristman received her wings and went to meet the Lord on January 6, 2026. She was 93 years young. She leaves behind her four daughters; Terry Miller, Jennifer Cristman, Eva Sefcik and Connie Cristman, and her son; John Cristman (Jennifer). She is also survived by her brother, Douglas Tibbs, and sister, Jennie Tibbs Fowler.
Preceded in death by her parents; Louis Tibbs, Edna Earl Forrester, loving husband Edwin Cristman Sr., daughter Linda Susan (Susie), son Edwin Cristman Jr., and brothers Donald and Ronald Tibbs.
She was a loving Grandmother to 11; Shellie Cohick (Jason), John Miller, Jr. (Pamela), Rachel Eitner (JD), Steven Sefcik (Nichole), Sarah Clark (Spencer), Stephany Yaro (Joe), Justin Cristman (Alicia), Daniel Cristman, Ryan Cristman, Adam Cristman (Lile), and Amber Kempher (Michael), and great-grandmother to 13; Andrew, Natalie, Kaden, Joey, Serenity, Hope, Harper, Nolan, Olivia, Carter, Bodie, Sebastian, and Rubi.
Joyce was a devoted and long-standing member of her church, faithfully serving as an ordained elder for many years. A passionate reader, she could often be found at the library and was known to finish an entire book in one sitting. She also enjoyed knitting, cross-stitching, and spending time in the kitchen. Joyce cherished the moments she shared with her girlfriends and brought warmth to everyone around her. She will be deeply missed by all who knew her.
What a wonderful mother she was—my teacher, my mentor, and my biggest fan. She woke up at 4:30 a.m. without hesitation to get me ready for morning swim practice. When my mom walked into a swim meet, the entire energy of the building changed. People would glance around, wondering where she planned to sit. She was loud, proud, and unapologetic—often clearing the bleachers simply by being herself. I could always hear her voice above the crowd, cheering with everything she had:
“MOVE IT, JOHN! MOVE IT!”
Thank you, Mom, for everything you gave me in life. You were always by my side—especially on the days I lost a race or was simply having a bad day. When we were little, she would say, “Just wait until your father gets home.” But as I grew older, she didn’t need Dad anymore—one look from her told me everything I needed to know.
That was respect.
I will miss you deeply. Enjoy eternity with Dad, with Susie, Eddie, and with all the friends and family who welcomed you when you arrived in heaven.
Rest easy, Mom. You did good in this life.
Forever your #1 son,
John