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Anonymous posted a condolence
Thursday, November 19, 2020
I would give anything to see you again...
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Anonymous posted a condolence
Friday, October 11, 2019
I think of you everyday Jeff. I miss you so very much.
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Emily Latz lit a candle
Sunday, July 14, 2019
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I love you Uncle Jeff. I will always remember your jokes and the encouragement you gave me. I spent a lot of my summers in Fort Thomas because of you. You gave Lily and me a lot of fun memories. I wish I could have spent more time with you these past few years. I will miss you and I pray that our family will take comfort in knowing how much you loved us all.
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Jena Latz lit a candle
Friday, July 12, 2019
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I love you big brother and will miss you the rest of my life. You have taken a piece of my heart with you. I see you in the faces of what is left of our family, songs that we loved, and memories of our life at 6561 Old DeCoursey. You were always there with a kiss and a hug. You helped me to grow by challenging my beliefs. You encouraged me to try new things and to embrace life's simple joys. You were my bigger than life, bold and brassy brother and friend. I cherish the time we had together and mourn that it was not much, much longer, brother. I love and remember you always.
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Josephine Sallee Bowen posted a condolence
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
I am so very sorry for your loss. He was a light in this dark world. I will keep you all in my prayers. Loved and greatly missed. Josephine Bowen (cousin)
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Family lit a candle
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
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Little brother....my lifelong companion and link of love to my entire life....charming, brilliant, lovable, logical, sarcastic, charismatic, twisted, humorous, disorganized, generous, fun, introspective, clever, mischievous, blunt, handsome, cunning, adventurous, insightful, friend, reflective, amusing, creative, argumentative, witty, analytical, flirtatious, memorable, devils advocate, outrageous, lovable, frightened, sad, wounded. So many adjectives that describe you....and you could be any and all of those descriptions within the same day, .. heck .. within the same hour. There was never a dull moment with you Jeff. When you were happy, you exuded joy and fun that was immeasurable. As I told you so many times throughout the years....I love you.... Then. Now. Always. .... No matter what!
Growing up as little kids on the creek on Old Decoursey, we only had a handful of neighbors with young kids to play with. But we always had each other. Countless hours with your matchbox cars and hot wheels using the cemented sidewalk of creek rocks that were our "roads and highways" to imaginary places. Tonka trucks. Taking turns riding on your little red tractor. Shooting road signs and tin cans with your BB gun. Bicycles with banana seats... and popping wheelies. Skateboards. Throwing baseballs. Catching lightening bugs. Watching for shooting stars on warm summer nights. Pushing each other on the swing set and teeter totters. Hide and seek. Raking huge piles of leaves in the autumn under the canopy of our beautiful old sycamore tree in the front yard. Helping mom and dad gather beans and other vegetables from the garden. Collecting, but mostly eating as we went through the strawberry patch on top of the hill.
Homemade strawberry shortcake. Days in July where we helped ourselves to the abundance of wild blackberries that grew along the fences up the road. Snowball fights and sliding on frozen ponds with socks on our hands as gloves. Playing the car game to see who could spot the Mustang or VW Doodlebug first. Playing in the creeks with the crawdads and the tadpoles. (This of course was before I grew up and became "a girl"). Wagons full of an endless number of puppies and kitties that were our friends throughout the years. Ponies and pet sheep, roosters, chickens and ducks, turtles and raccoons. Playing with and watching the baby pigs being born. Jumping out of the barn loft into the hay below. Collecting hickory nuts and spending hours with a rock smashing the nuts to collect a handful of the heavenly reward. Little League baseball where you pitched while I watched and cheered your team on. Frequent trips to Lebanon and Louisville to be with the Grandparents and Aunts/Uncles and cousins that we all love and developed lifelong friendships with. Riding in Uncle Hustons convertible yelling "faster faster" which he happily obliged as we left our seats as we sailed over the double hills that were once on Mills Road. Yearly trips to Coney Island. Pleasure Isle swimming pool. Kincaid park. St. Cecilia school and St. Patrick church. The Barton's, The Peddicords, The Setters, The Parrotts, The Flannagans. The Reilly's. Doug Teague. Jan Scroggins. Jeff Duncan. Friends and neighbors that were such a blessing to our family and our lives. Mom making warm brownies every Sunday while dad and us kids churned the ice cream maker. Then we all settled into Sunday nights with Walt Disney as we all clamored to be in dads or moms lap. Wholesome loving beautiful memories that I know you yearned for until your dying day. We grew up in a family without much money. But our parents sacrificed to provide as much as possible to create joy for us kids. And we were "happy" little kids. Mom and Dad had lots of love to give .. life was good. I will forever hold close to my heart each and every one of those childhood memories that were shared ....and I will cherish our many conversations over the years recalling those "happy days"....
Like Joni Mitchell says in her song The Circle Game......cartwheels turn to carwheels and we grow up and leave the comfort of childhood behind. Outside forces robbed you of your childhood innocence right before you entered into adolescence ... this set the stage for you into a downward spiral of fighting depression. As you entered adulthood, the spiral kept on downward and you lost many battles to addiction as you attempted to numb the pain. My heart aches knowing your lifelong pain and the troubles that came as a result. You put bandaids on your emotional psyche and "carried on" throughout your entire life as best you could. My prayers are that God rewards you now for the suffering you endured at such a tender young age.
Throughout the years...and the struggles .... there was also joy along the way that kept us marching forward. Our family remained close throughout the years as the grandkids came along to once again fill the little house on Decoursey with childhood laughter. Like the change of our childhood road name from Decoursey to Marshall, came many changes. But the one constant was the love. You once described our family as semi dysfunctional but with a blessing that many others might not have...your words were "that we fought hard with each other but loved each other even harder". We loved each other "no matter what". You once said that we might get angry or hurt by each other at times...might not even talk to each other for weeks....BUT.....if any of us were in need of ... a kidney....just see how fast each other would respond. We got upset with and complained about each other .... but....we are not about to allow anyone else to do so....
Your passions in life were varied and many. None were as strong as your love for Matt and Lilly. You loved them beyond description and made darn sure everyone else in the family did too. I can't help but think that Lilly thought she was the HIGHEST princess in in the land when she was little. Your adoration of your kids was obvious to all .. even strangers .. Your kids are your legacy and should leave you proud.
Your generous spirit of those in need was heartwarming. I recall a Christmas around the year 2000 when you allowed a friends family to move into your house because the parents lives were in such a dire mess. There were 3 or 4 little kids in this family. On Christmas Eve I phoned you. You were in a Kmart or similar place .. in the checkout line as patrons were being ushered to pay fast and get out because the store was closing. The parents had not bought their kids one single Christmas gift. You were not about to allow Santa to fail those little kids. You had a heart of gold Jeff. And despite shortcomings, you loved with passion and I watched you cry tears numerous times over the injustices of life.
You will be missed little brother. Not just by me but by many. Including the countless strangers that you brightened their day with your smiles, jokes and wit. The aging 60 and 70 year old ladies as you open the door to a convenient store for with a smile and a "good morning gorgeous". Your ability to make others smile and laugh. What a gift.
Jeff....thank you for everything you provided to me in this life. A little brother who was a constant companion as a child....a little brother who told me how "cool" I was as a teenager. A little brother that pointed out my shortcomings as an adult but pointed out my strengths as well. A little brother who despised me one day but loved me deeply the next. A little brother that was not only my brother but my lifelong friend....saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I have ever had to endure....
you are a part of me. I would not be "me" had it not been for "you".
I love you Jeff. Then. Now. Always. No matter what!
F
Family posted a symbolic gesture
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
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Little brother....my lifelong companion and link of love to my entire life....charming, brilliant, lovable, logical, sarcastic, charismatic, twisted, humorous, disorganized, generous, fun, introspective, clever, mischievous, blunt, handsome, cunning, adventurous, insightful, friend, reflective, amusing, creative, argumentative, witty, analytical, flirtatious, memorable, devils advocate, outrageous, lovable, frightened, sad, wounded. So many adjectives that describe you....and you could be any and all of those descriptions within the same day, .. heck .. within the same hour. There was never a dull moment with you Jeff. When you were happy, you exuded joy and fun that was immeasurable. As I told you so many times throughout the years....I love you.... Then. Now. Always. .... No matter what!
Growing up as little kids on the creek on Old Decoursey, we only had a handful of neighbors with young kids to play with. But we always had each other. Countless hours with your matchbox cars and hot wheels using the cemented sidewalk of creek rocks that were our "roads and highways" to imaginary places. Tonka trucks. Taking turns riding on your little red tractor. Shooting road signs and tin cans with your BB gun. Bicycles with banana seats... and popping wheelies. Skateboards. Throwing baseballs. Catching lightening bugs. Watching for shooting stars on warm summer nights. Pushing each other on the swing set and teeter totters. Hide and seek. Raking huge piles of leaves in the autumn under the canopy of our beautiful old sycamore tree in the front yard. Helping mom and dad gather beans and other vegetables from the garden. Collecting, but mostly eating as we went through the strawberry patch on top of the hill.
Homemade strawberry shortcake. Days in July where we helped ourselves to the abundance of wild blackberries that grew along the fences up the road. Snowball fights and sliding on frozen ponds with socks on our hands as gloves. Playing the car game to see who could spot the Mustang or VW Doodlebug first. Playing in the creeks with the crawdads and the tadpoles. (This of course was before I grew up and became "a girl"). Wagons full of an endless number of puppies and kitties that were our friends throughout the years. Ponies and pet sheep, roosters, chickens and ducks, turtles and raccoons. Playing with and watching the baby pigs being born. Jumping out of the barn loft into the hay below. Collecting hickory nuts and spending hours with a rock smashing the nuts to collect a handful of the heavenly reward. Little League baseball where you pitched while I watched and cheered your team on. Frequent trips to Lebanon and Louisville to be with the Grandparents and Aunts/Uncles and cousins that we all love and developed lifelong friendships with. Riding in Uncle Hustons convertible yelling "faster faster" which he happily obliged as we left our seats as we sailed over the double hills that were once on Mills Road. Yearly trips to Coney Island. Pleasure Isle swimming pool. Kincaid park. St. Cecilia school and St. Patrick church. The Barton's, The Peddicords, The Setters, The Parrotts, The Flannagans. The Reilly's. Doug Teague. Jan Scroggins. Jeff Duncan. Friends and neighbors that were such a blessing to our family and our lives. Mom making warm brownies every Sunday while dad and us kids churned the ice cream maker. Then we all settled into Sunday nights with Walt Disney as we all clamored to be in dads or moms lap. Wholesome loving beautiful memories that I know you yearned for until your dying day. We grew up in a family without much money. But our parents sacrificed to provide as much as possible to create joy for us kids. And we were "happy" little kids. Mom and Dad had lots of love to give .. life was good. I will forever hold close to my heart each and every one of those childhood memories that were shared ....and I will cherish our many conversations over the years recalling those "happy days"....
Like Joni Mitchell says in her song The Circle Game......cartwheels turn to carwheels and we grow up and leave the comfort of childhood behind. Outside forces robbed you of your childhood innocence right before you entered into adolescence ... this set the stage for you into a downward spiral of fighting depression. As you entered adulthood, the spiral kept on downward and you lost many battles to addiction as you attempted to numb the pain. My heart aches knowing your lifelong pain and the troubles that came as a result. You put bandaids on your emotional psyche and "carried on" throughout your entire life as best you could. My prayers are that God rewards you now for the suffering you endured at such a tender young age.
Throughout the years...and the struggles .... there was also joy along the way that kept us marching forward. Our family remained close throughout the years as the grandkids came along to once again fill the little house on Decoursey with childhood laughter. Like the change of our childhood road name from Decoursey to Marshall, came many changes. But the one constant was the love. You once described our family as semi dysfunctional but with a blessing that many others might not have...your words were "that we fought hard with each other but loved each other even harder". We loved each other "no matter what". You once said that we might get angry or hurt by each other at times...might not even talk to each other for weeks....BUT.....if any of us were in need of ... a kidney....just see how fast each other would respond. We got upset with and complained about each other .... but....we are not about to allow anyone else to do so....
Your passions in life were varied and many. None were as strong as your love for Matt and Lilly. You loved them beyond description and made darn sure everyone else in the family did too. I can't help but think that Lilly thought she was the HIGHEST princess in in the land when she was little. Your adoration of your kids was obvious to all .. even strangers .. Your kids are your legacy and should leave you proud.
Your generous spirit of those in need was heartwarming. I recall a Christmas around the year 2000 when you allowed a friends family to move into your house because the parents lives were in such a dire mess. There were 3 or 4 little kids in this family. On Christmas Eve I phoned you. You were in a Kmart or similar place .. in the checkout line as patrons were being ushered to pay fast and get out because the store was closing. The parents had not bought their kids one single Christmas gift. You were not about to allow Santa to fail those little kids. You had a heart of gold Jeff. And despite shortcomings, you loved with passion and I watched you cry tears numerous times over the injustices of life.
You will be missed little brother. Not just by me but by many. Including the countless strangers that you brightened their day with your smiles, jokes and wit. The aging 60 and 70 year old ladies as you open the door to a convenient store for with a smile and a "good morning gorgeous". Your ability to make others smile and laugh. What a gift.
Jeff....thank you for everything you provided to me in this life. A little brother who was a constant companion as a child....a little brother who told me how "cool" I was as a teenager. A little brother that pointed out my shortcomings as an adult but pointed out my strengths as well. A little brother who despised me one day but loved me deeply the next. A little brother that was not only my brother but my lifelong friend....saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I have ever had to endure....
you are a part of me. I would not be "me" had it not been for "you".
I love you Jeff. Then. Now. Always. No matter what!
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Robin McClain posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
I am shocked and saddened to hear of Jeff’s passing. All of you have my heartfelt condolences.
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Jean Harrison lit a candle
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
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Leonard Richardson purchased flowers
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
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Jackie Marita (Jarboe) lit a candle
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
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Past, present and future. I will always love and miss you big brother.
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Family posted a condolence
Monday, July 8, 2019
Little brother....my lifelong companion and link of love to my entire life....charming, brilliant, lovable, logical, sarcastic, charismatic, twisted, humorous, disorganized, generous, fun, introspective, clever, mischievous, blunt, handsome, cunning, adventurous, insightful, friend, reflective, amusing, creative, argumentative, witty, analytical, flirtatious, memorable, devils advocate, outrageous, lovable, frightened, sad, wounded. So many adjectives that describe you....and you could be any and all of those descriptions within the same day, .. heck .. within the same hour. There was never a dull moment with you Jeff. When you were happy, you exuded joy and fun that was immeasurable. As I told you so many times throughout the years....I love you.... Then. Now. Always. .... No matter what!
Growing up as little kids on the creek on Old Decoursey, we only had a handful of neighbors with young kids to play with. But we always had each other. Countless hours with your matchbox cars and hot wheels using the cemented sidewalk of creek rocks that were our "roads and highways" to imaginary places. Tonka trucks. Taking turns riding on your little red tractor. Shooting road signs and tin cans with your BB gun. Bicycles with banana seats... and popping wheelies. Skateboards. Throwing baseballs. Catching lightening bugs. Watching for shooting stars on warm summer nights. Pushing each other on the swing set and teeter totters. Hide and seek. Raking huge piles of leaves in the autumn under the canopy of our beautiful old sycamore tree in the front yard. Helping mom and dad gather beans and other vegetables from the garden. Collecting, but mostly eating as we went through the strawberry patch on top of the hill.
Homemade strawberry shortcake. Days in July where we helped ourselves to the abundance of wild blackberries that grew along the fences up the road. Snowball fights and sliding on frozen ponds with socks on our hands as gloves. Playing the car game to see who could spot the Mustang or VW Doodlebug first. Playing in the creeks with the crawdads and the tadpoles. (This of course was before I grew up and became "a girl"). Wagons full of an endless number of puppies and kitties that were our friends throughout the years. Ponies and pet sheep, roosters, chickens and ducks, turtles and raccoons. Playing with and watching the baby pigs being born. Jumping out of the barn loft into the hay below. Collecting hickory nuts and spending hours with a rock smashing the nuts to collect a handful of the heavenly reward. Little League baseball where you pitched while I watched and cheered your team on. Frequent trips to Lebanon and Louisville to be with the Grandparents and Aunts/Uncles and cousins that we all love and developed lifelong friendships with. Riding in Uncle Hustons convertible yelling "faster faster" which he happily obliged as we left our seats as we sailed over the double hills that were once on Mills Road. Yearly trips to Coney Island. Pleasure Isle swimming pool. Kincaid park. St. Cecilia school and St. Patrick church. The Barton's, The Peddicords, The Setters, The Parrotts, The Flannagans. The Reilly's. Doug Teague. Jan Scroggins. Jeff Duncan. Friends and neighbors that were such a blessing to our family and our lives. Mom making warm brownies every Sunday while dad and us kids churned the ice cream maker. Then we all settled into Sunday nights with Walt Disney as we all clamored to be in dads or moms lap. Wholesome loving beautiful memories that I know you yearned for until your dying day. We grew up in a family without much money. But our parents sacrificed to provide as much as possible to create joy for us kids. And we were "happy" little kids. Mom and Dad had lots of love to give .. life was good. I will forever hold close to my heart each and every one of those childhood memories that were shared ....and I will cherish our many conversations over the years recalling those "happy days"....
Like Joni Mitchell says in her song The Circle Game......cartwheels turn to carwheels and we grow up and leave the comfort of childhood behind. Outside forces robbed you of your childhood innocence right before you entered into adolescence ... this set the stage for you into a downward spiral of fighting depression. As you entered adulthood, the spiral kept on downward and you lost many battles to addiction as you attempted to numb the pain. My heart aches knowing your lifelong pain and the troubles that came as a result. You put bandaids on your emotional psyche and "carried on" throughout your entire life as best you could. My prayers are that God rewards you now for the suffering you endured at such a tender young age.
Throughout the years...and the struggles .... there was also joy along the way that kept us marching forward. Our family remained close throughout the years as the grandkids came along to once again fill the little house on Decoursey with childhood laughter. Like the change of our childhood road name from Decoursey to Marshall, came many changes. But the one constant was the love. You once described our family as semi dysfunctional but with a blessing that many others might not have...your words were "that we fought hard with each other but loved each other even harder". We loved each other "no matter what". You once said that we might get angry or hurt by each other at times...might not even talk to each other for weeks....BUT.....if any of us were in need of ... a kidney....just see how fast each other would respond. We got upset with and complained about each other .... but....we are not about to allow anyone else to do so....
Your passions in life were varied and many. None were as strong as your love for Matt and Lilly. You loved them beyond description and made darn sure everyone else in the family did too. I can't help but think that Lilly thought she was the HIGHEST princess in in the land when she was little. Your adoration of your kids was obvious to all .. even strangers .. Your kids are your legacy and should leave you proud.
Your generous spirit of those in need was heartwarming. I recall a Christmas around the year 2000 when you allowed a friends family to move into your house because the parents lives were in such a dire mess. There were 3 or 4 little kids in this family. On Christmas Eve I phoned you. You were in a Kmart or similar place .. in the checkout line as patrons were being ushered to pay fast and get out because the store was closing. The parents had not bought their kids one single Christmas gift. You were not about to allow Santa to fail those little kids. You had a heart of gold Jeff. And despite shortcomings, you loved with passion and I watched you cry tears numerous times over the injustices of life.
You will be missed little brother. Not just by me but by many. Including the countless strangers that you brightened their day with your smiles, jokes and wit. The aging 60 and 70 year old ladies as you open the door to a convenient store for with a smile and a "good morning gorgeous". Your ability to make others smile and laugh. What a gift.
Jeff....thank you for everything you provided to me in this life. A little brother who was a constant companion as a child....a little brother who told me how "cool" I was as a teenager. A little brother that pointed out my shortcomings as an adult but pointed out my strengths as well. A little brother who despised me one day but loved me deeply the next. A little brother that was not only my brother but my lifelong friend....saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I have ever had to endure....
you are a part of me. I would not be "me" had it not been for "you".
I love you Jeff. Then. Now. Always. No matter what!
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