Mary Margaret "Marge" Bierly

Please keep in your prayers the soul of our dear departed, Mary Margaret “Marge” Bierly, who have gone before us to meet our Heavenly Father. As a community of faith, may we mourn with their family and friends. Kindly pass this along to others who may wish to be informed of their funeral arrangements.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.
May the soul of Mary Margaret “Marge” Bierly,
and the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Mary Margaret “Marge” Bierly (née Adams), 80, of Ocala, Florida, answered God’s call on July 9, 2026. While her family wasn’t ready to let her go, we’re fairly certain Heaven had been looking for an experienced registered nurse who could organize the place.

Born in Louisville, Kentucky, on April 20, Marge spent her life taking care of everyone else. She worked for many years as a registered nurse in hospitals and later in home health, proving daily that compassion, common sense, and the occasional stern look could solve almost anything. Even after retirement, once a nurse, always a nurse—she never really stopped checking on people or offering advice, whether they asked for it or not.

Marge was preceded in death by her siblings, Harry “Buddy” Adams, Marlene (Adams) Reed, and George Adams. We’re sure the reunion was filled with hugs, laughter, and someone immediately asking her to take charge.

She leaves behind her loving husband, Scott Bierly; her son, William Gill, his wife, Angela Gill, and their children, Cameron and Jordan; and her son, Bradley Gill, his wife, Jennifer Gill, and their children, Grace and Mary. Her family was the center of her world, and she loved every opportunity to spend time with them.

Marge loved Ohio State football with the kind of loyalty usually reserved for family. Saturdays in the fall were reserved for the Buckeyes, and everyone understood that game time was sacred. If the Buckeyes won, it was because they played with heart. If they lost…well, the referees clearly needed more training.

She also loved golfing. Whether every shot went exactly where she intended is a matter of family debate, but she firmly believed that a beautiful day on the course was a good day regardless of the score.

RV travel gave her the chance to explore the country, meet new friends, and prove that “Are we there yet?” isn’t just a question children ask.

Her Catholic faith was the foundation of her life. She lived it not by making speeches, but by caring for others, putting family first, and showing kindness wherever she went. If you knew Marge, you were probably cared for, encouraged, fed, or gently reminded to put on a sweater. She made friends easily, loved fiercely, and left every place she went a little better than she found it.

As we say goodbye, we take comfort in imagining her settling into Heaven exactly as she lived on Earth—checking that everyone is doing okay, making sure things are running properly, and already asking why someone hasn’t fixed that one little problem yet. We’ll miss her laughter, her strength, her generosity, and the way she made us all feel loved. We have no doubt she’s at peace now. We just hope St. Peter was prepared for a nurse who wasn’t afraid to tell him how things could be done a little better.

And if Marge had one final prescription for all of us, it would probably be this: cheer for the Buckeyes, enjoy the next round of golf, hug your family a little tighter, and don’t forget to say your prayers. She certainly lived by that advice.

Marge was a frequent visitor to Epiphany and the aunt of one of our parishioners, Amie and John Pirtle. A memorial Mass will be held at Epiphany.