Joy Hyacinth Rhoomes
On behalf of my family, I would like to begin by thanking everyone here today and those who have sent their condolences. We have received countless phone calls, e-mails, texts, flowers, meals, visits, and thoughts and prayers. They have been both comforting during this difficult time and a reminder of the impact that Joy had on so many others. Joy was full of life; she was downright fun. Most important, she had an eternal love for her family. We weren’t her only loved ones. All of us have known her in a variety of roles: mother, wife, aunt, cousin, grandmother, and great friend; but before I embark on this journey, I want to ask you a question: When you hear the name Joy, what word(s) immediately come(s) to mind? If you’re like me, there is no single word to choose from. Let me share a few adjectives that come to mind: loving, kind, friendly, happy, cheerful, pleasant, fun, exciting, and encouraging. Joy is survived by six children, twelve grandchildren, one brother, and a host of other relatives and friends. Time can bring you down. Time can bend your knees. Time can break your heart, have you begging, please, begging, please Beyond the dark, there’s peace, I’m sure And I know there’ll be no more tears in Heaven Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? Would you be the same if I saw you in Heaven? I must be strong and carry on ‘Cause I know I don’t belong here in Heaven ‘Cause I know I don’t belong here in Heaven – “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton Tributes Tribute to Mom from Hyacinth Blake (Daughter) My mom, in my opinion, was the smartest woman I have ever met. She always spoke in a timely manner, no idle talk. She valued time. She loved life, having friends around her. She was very determined. She loved her children dearly and equally. I know that she is at peace. My mom would always say, “All my children have passed the worst.” She took comfort in knowing that we can take care of ourselves and her grandchildren. She loved music, dancing, cooking, and partying. Two months prior to her transition, she told me, don’t mourn, don’t cry, cook food! and dance! party! celebrate! She requested not to be taken back to Jamaica, where I couldn’t come and visit her. She wanted to be close to stay with me and baby Joy. Tribute to Mom from Paul Bogle (son) I was often told that I was the only child that gave you trouble to be born. The only child that the doctors had to cut to get out. Whenever you looked at those scars, I popped up in your memory. This made me so special to you, and you loved me beyond measure. As the wash belly, I can say: You were a wonderful mother. A mother every child wants to have. You disciplined me when I was wrong. You taught me life lessons, so I could grow up to be a responsible man. You worked so hard, lifting on and off those heavy bags from the market truck, just so I could have food to eat, clothes to wear, and lunch money for school. I would never be so handsome if you weren’t my mother. Thank you for being a perfect grandmother to my children, especially Shakera, whom you took care of from when she was a baby. You were and still are my superwoman. You did a spectacular job rearing six children. You did your job...nothing else on this earth for you to do. Take rest. Sleep in peace. Tribute to Mom from Roger Nelson (son) To my mother, from your second son, Roger... So many things I could have said and done. I just never took the time, but you will always be on my mind. Rest in peace, my wonderful mother. Precious Memories From Ronald Mitchell (son) When I was a boy and going to Mandeville to see my mom on Saturdays, she would make me feel so special. She gave me everything I wanted, and I always looked forward to going to see her every time. She is very, very special. I love her so much. Mom, we love you, and we miss you and will always miss you. Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? Would you be the same if I saw you in Heaven? Tribute to My Grandma from Joy Blake (granddaughter) The time I was teaching Grandma in an American accent, and she was saying it in a funny way... “I must be strong and carry on, ‘cause I know I don’t belong here in Heaven.” Tribute To My Loved One From O’Neil Black (Family) Writing this, I don’t know where to begin. Joy Hyacinth Rhoomes, a mother, grandmother, everything to me. Knowing you for just over three years, words can’t explain, a lot of good memories with my mom, Joy. Getting you on your feet and dancing, and playing Taurus Riley’s song, “She’s Royal”, and that she was. She would wait up for me every night, no matter how late I got in from work. She would watch “America’s Got Talent” over and over, every day, and just let you know, no one could change the channel as she, “Maurine, just relax and watch television.” I wanted to watch, but just to let you know I knew her secret, I would just say, “Let’s watch a Jamaican roots play,” and she wouldn’t hesitate. My promise to her is I’ll take the best care of her daughter, Hyacinth, and her granddaughter, Violet Joy. So much to say, but as Shirley Caesar said, “I’ll remember Mama in a happy way.” Love you always. Would you hold my hand if I saw you in Heaven? Would you help me stand if I saw you in Heaven? I’ll find my way through night and day ‘Cause I know I just can’t stay here in Heaven Yvonne Hamilton (Friend) I had two mothers, now I have none. She will always be remembered. I love her so much, that I called her Mom. Not only that I called her Mom, but that’s the only name I knew for her. It was not until I wanted to visit her in the hospital, I had to ask Hyacinth, her daughter, what her name was. I really must say that I couldn’t see her in the hospital. I just wanted to remember her as the original mom. Tribute to Mom from Natanya Bogle Jackson (daughter) How is it that I never saw your wings, when you were here with me? When you closed your eyes and soared to the heavens, I could hear the faint flutter of your wings as you left. Free from your body and pain, your spirit is still here with me eternally. I hope one day I will see you again, your halo shining. When I sleep, I dream of you, seeing your multi-colored wings surround me in our moments of sadness and our happiest times. Mother, my angel, God had given you your assignment. You will always be my best friend; you will always be my confidante. You were everything to me...no one will ever take your place in my life. I wept when I held your hand as you took your last breath. If there was anything I could do for you to still be here with me, I would; I miss you, Mama...I miss your video calls, I miss talking to you via earphone whilst working, I miss your kind words. I miss your encouragements and motivations. I miss you, Mama. You have nurtured me to be the person I am today. You taught me to forgive and forget and most important, you taught me life values. I am so grateful to be your child...I know you’re resting in the sweet arms of Our Savior. He will take good care of you. Sleep in peace until we meet again. Tribute to Mom from Rosemarie Street (daughter) Joy, Joy, Mama Joy, Mama. As I reflect on the precious moments that we spent together, one moment in particular stands out in my mind—the countless conversations we would share together. You would tell me all about your sickness, and I would listen attentively. I would tell you to call me anytime, it did not matter. We would schedule time to talk. I would say to you, “I will call you back,” and when I did not call, the next day, you would call and say, “Sophia, you did not call back.” I would laugh and respond, “Mama, I fell asleep.” You would quarrel and say, “That was not the plan. The plan was to call me.” My mother was fun, kind, and a loving person. She loved life. She also loved her children dearly. She always spoke about her six children and how she was proud of each of them. She loved to look at your status. Whenever I did not put up anything, she would call ne and say, “Sophia, put up something. You know that I love to look at your status.” She would tell me countless times that I am beautiful, and I must keep on drinking lots of water. There are not enough words to express my love and appreciation for you. You were a very proud mom of six. You will always be n my mind. Sleep well, my beautiful mother! Tribute to My Grandma from Trudy Hupstead (granddaughter) Grandma, your life was full of loving deeds, forever thoughtful of our special needs. Rest easy, Grandma, from your loving grandchildren.Obituary
On behalf of my family, I would like to begin by thanking everyone here today and those who have sent their condolences. We have received countless phone calls, e-mails, texts, flowers, meals, visits, and thoughts and prayers. They have been both comforting during this difficult time and a reminder of the impact that Joy had on so many others. Joy was full of life; she was downright fun. Most important, she had an eternal love for her family. We weren’t her only loved ones. All of us have known her in a variety of roles: mother, wife, aunt, cousin, grandmother, and great friend; but before I embark on this journey, I want to ask you a question: When you hear the name Joy, what word(s) immediately come(s) to mind? If you’re like me, there is no single word to choose from. Let me share a few adjectives that come to mind: loving, kind, friendly, happy, cheerful, pleasant, fun, exciting, and encouraging. Joy is survived by six children, twelve grandchildren, one brother, and a host of other relatives and friends. Time can bring you down. Time can bend your knees. Time can break your heart, have you begging, please, begging, please Beyond the dark, there’s peace, I’m sure And I know there’ll be no more tears in Heaven Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? Would you be the same if I saw you in Heaven? I must be strong and carry on ‘Cause I know I don’t belong here in Heaven ‘Cause I know I don’t belong here in Heaven – “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton Tributes Tribute to Mom from Hyacinth Blake (Daughter) My mom, in my opinion, was the smartest woman I have ever met. She always spoke in a timely manner, no idle talk. She valued time. She loved life, having friends around her. She was very determined. She loved her children dearly and equally. I know that she is at peace. My mom would always say, “All my children have passed the worst.” She took comfort in knowing that we can take care of ourselves and her grandchildren. She loved music, dancing, cooking, and partying. Two months prior to her transition, she told me, don’t mourn, don’t cry, cook food! and dance! party! celebrate! She requested not to be taken back to Jamaica, where I couldn’t come and visit her. She wanted to be close to stay with me and baby Joy. Tribute to Mom from Paul Bogle (son) I was often told that I was the only child that gave you trouble to be born. The only child that the doctors had to cut to get out. Whenever you looked at those scars, I popped up in your memory. This made me so special to you, and you loved me beyond measure. As the wash belly, I can say: You were a wonderful mother. A mother every child wants to have. You disciplined me when I was wrong. You taught me life lessons, so I could grow up to be a responsible man. You worked so hard, lifting on and off those heavy bags from the market truck, just so I could have food to eat, clothes to wear, and lunch money for school. I would never be so handsome if you weren’t my mother. Thank you for being a perfect grandmother to my children, especially Shakera, whom you took care of from when she was a baby. You were and still are my superwoman. You did a spectacular job rearing six children. You did your job...nothing else on this earth for you to do. Take rest. Sleep in peace. Tribute to Mom from Roger Nelson (son) To my mother, from your second son, Roger... So many things I could have said and done. I just never took the time, but you will always be on my mind. Rest in peace, my wonderful mother. Precious Memories From Ronald Mitchell (son) When I was a boy and going to Mandeville to see my mom on Saturdays, she would make me feel so special. She gave me everything I wanted, and I always looked forward to going to see her every time. She is very, very special. I love her so much. Mom, we love you, and we miss you and will always miss you. Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? Would you be the same if I saw you in Heaven? Tribute to My Grandma from Joy Blake (granddaughter) The time I was teaching Grandma in an American accent, and she was saying it in a funny way... “I must be strong and carry on, ‘cause I know I don’t belong here in Heaven.” Tribute To My Loved One From O’Neil Black (Family) Writing this, I don’t know where to begin. Joy Hyacinth Rhoomes, a mother, grandmother, everything to me. Knowing you for just over three years, words can’t explain, a lot of good memories with my mom, Joy. Getting you on your feet and dancing, and playing Taurus Riley’s song, “She’s Royal”, and that she was. She would wait up for me every night, no matter how late I got in from work. She would watch “America’s Got Talent” over and over, every day, and just let you know, no one could change the channel as she, “Maurine, just relax and watch television.” I wanted to watch, but just to let you know I knew her secret, I would just say, “Let’s watch a Jamaican roots play,” and she wouldn’t hesitate. My promise to her is I’ll take the best care of her daughter, Hyacinth, and her granddaughter, Violet Joy. So much to say, but as Shirley Caesar said, “I’ll remember Mama in a happy way.” Love you always. Would you hold my hand if I saw you in Heaven? Would you help me stand if I saw you in Heaven? I’ll find my way through night and day ‘Cause I know I just can’t stay here in Heaven Yvonne Hamilton (Friend) I had two mothers, now I have none. She will always be remembered. I love her so much, that I called her Mom. Not only that I called her Mom, but that’s the only name I knew for her. It was not until I wanted to visit her in the hospital, I had to ask Hyacinth, her daughter, what her name was. I really must say that I couldn’t see her in the hospital. I just wanted to remember her as the original mom. Tribute to Mom from Natanya Bogle Jackson (daughter) How is it that I never saw your wings, when you were here with me? When you closed your eyes and soared to the heavens, I could hear the faint flutter of your wings as you left. Free from your body and pain, your spirit is still here with me eternally. I hope one day I will see you again, your halo shining. When I sleep, I dream of you, seeing your multi-colored wings surround me in our moments of sadness and our happiest times. Mother, my angel, God had given you your assignment. You will always be my best friend; you will always be my confidante. You were everything to me...no one will ever take your place in my life. I wept when I held your hand as you took your last breath. If there was anything I could do for you to still be here with me, I would; I miss you, Mama...I miss your video calls, I miss talking to you via earphone whilst working, I miss your kind words. I miss your encouragements and motivations. I miss you, Mama. You have nurtured me to be the person I am today. You taught me to forgive and forget and most important, you taught me life values. I am so grateful to be your child...I know you’re resting in the sweet arms of Our Savior. He will take good care of you. Sleep in peace until we meet again. Tribute to Mom from Rosemarie Street (daughter) Joy, Joy, Mama Joy, Mama. As I reflect on the precious moments that we spent together, one moment in particular stands out in my mind—the countless conversations we would share together. You would tell me all about your sickness, and I would listen attentively. I would tell you to call me anytime, it did not matter. We would schedule time to talk. I would say to you, “I will call you back,” and when I did not call, the next day, you would call and say, “Sophia, you did not call back.” I would laugh and respond, “Mama, I fell asleep.” You would quarrel and say, “That was not the plan. The plan was to call me.” My mother was fun, kind, and a loving person. She loved life. She also loved her children dearly. She always spoke about her six children and how she was proud of each of them. She loved to look at your status. Whenever I did not put up anything, she would call ne and say, “Sophia, put up something. You know that I love to look at your status.” She would tell me countless times that I am beautiful, and I must keep on drinking lots of water. There are not enough words to express my love and appreciation for you. You were a very proud mom of six. You will always be n my mind. Sleep well, my beautiful mother! Tribute to My Grandma from Trudy Hupstead (granddaughter) Grandma, your life was full of loving deeds, forever thoughtful of our special needs. Rest easy, Grandma, from your loving grandchildren.
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