Joyce D. Oncale
February 19, 1928 - January 18, 2012
Garyville, LA
Joyce Duhe Oncale, age 83, a native and resident of Garyville, LA, peacefully passed away on Wednesday, January 18, 2012, at her home surrounded by her loving family.
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Preceded in death by husband Paul L. Oncale Jr., parents, Louis J. Duhe and Marie Haydel Duhe and son Mickey David Oncale.
Mother of Albert, Paul J. (Mary), Stephen (Kathy), Bruce (Shelia), Kathy O. Siggers, Ted (Janice), Ann O. Selser (Robert), Gail O. Steib and daughter-in-law, Barbara. Also survived by numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
For many years she proudly served as a member and treasurer for St. Hubert'sLadies Alter Society, AARP Chapter 3757, Catholic Daughters of America and VFW Ladies Auxiliary.
Joyce loved life, which she lived to the fullest. Cherished by her family and friends, she brought much joy to all who knew her. She believed that her purpose in life was to be a caregiver and often helped others in need.
She unselfishly willed her body to Tulane University School of Medicine; therefore, funeral services will not be held. A Memorial Mass will be celebrated at St. Hubert Catholic Church, Garyville, LA on Saturday, January 21, 2012 at 10:00 AM. A very special thanks to the staff of St. Catherine's Hospice for their excellent care of Joyce in her final days.
Published in The Times-Picayune from Jan. 19 to Jan. 20, 2012.
Remember Me:
Fill not your hearts with pain and sorrow, but remember me in every tomorrow. Remember the joy, the laughter, the smiles, I've only gone to rest a little while. Although my leaving causes pain and grief, my going has eased my hurt, and given me relief. So dry your eyes and remember me, not as I am now, but as I used to be. Because, I will remember you all, and look on with a smile. Understand in your hearts, I've only gone to rest a little while. As long as I have the love of each of you, I can live my life in the hearts of all of you.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone, for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left beautiful memories, your love is still our guide and though we cannot see you, you are always by our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one the chain will link again.
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Y our mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you...not time, not space...not even death." -AUTHOR UNKNOWN
You were a mother to many, no matter the case,
And there will never be another who could ever take your place.
Your words, your ways, your warm embrace,
will remain in our memories and in our hearts, until we see your face.
But the Lord saw you were tired and ready to go home,
He needed His angel to sit by His throne.
All that love from that heart, so pure,
will always be remembered, etched in our souls.
We're so thankful for you, and you know how much we loved you.
Though hard to let you go, we are glad you are happy, healed and now whole.
All that praying, just look what our Father in heaven did, He renewed and restored you, all the glory is His.
No more pain, no more worries, you no longer will be bound, or shed another tear again.
You're rejoicing now with all the ones you loved and Him.
But that saying is true, I just want you to know,
A golden heart stopped beating, the day God called you home!
May the winds of Heaven blow softly and whisper in your ear, how much we love and miss you, and wish that you were here.
February 19, 1928 - January 18, 2012
Garyville, LA
Joyce Duhe Oncale, age 83, a native and resident of Garyville, LA, peacefully passed away on Wednesday, January 18, 2012, at her home surrounded by her loving family.
.
Preceded in death by husband Paul L. Oncale Jr., parents, Louis J. Duhe and Marie Haydel Duhe and son Mickey David Oncale.
Mother of Albert, Paul J. (Mary), Stephen (Kathy), Bruce (Shelia), Kathy O. Siggers, Ted (Janice), Ann O. Selser (Robert), Gail O. Steib and daughter-in-law, Barbara. Also survived by numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
For many years she proudly served as a member and treasurer for St. Hubert'sLadies Alter Society, AARP Chapter 3757, Catholic Daughters of America and VFW Ladies Auxiliary.
Joyce loved life, which she lived to the fullest. Cherished by her family and friends, she brought much joy to all who knew her. She believed that her purpose in life was to be a caregiver and often helped others in need.
She unselfishly willed her body to Tulane University School of Medicine; therefore, funeral services will not be held. A Memorial Mass will be celebrated at St. Hubert Catholic Church, Garyville, LA on Saturday, January 21, 2012 at 10:00 AM. A very special thanks to the staff of St. Catherine's Hospice for their excellent care of Joyce in her final days.
Published in The Times-Picayune from Jan. 19 to Jan. 20, 2012.
Remember Me:
Fill not your hearts with pain and sorrow, but remember me in every tomorrow. Remember the joy, the laughter, the smiles, I've only gone to rest a little while. Although my leaving causes pain and grief, my going has eased my hurt, and given me relief. So dry your eyes and remember me, not as I am now, but as I used to be. Because, I will remember you all, and look on with a smile. Understand in your hearts, I've only gone to rest a little while. As long as I have the love of each of you, I can live my life in the hearts of all of you.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone, for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left beautiful memories, your love is still our guide and though we cannot see you, you are always by our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one the chain will link again.
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Y our mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you...not time, not space...not even death." -AUTHOR UNKNOWN
You were a mother to many, no matter the case,
And there will never be another who could ever take your place.
Your words, your ways, your warm embrace,
will remain in our memories and in our hearts, until we see your face.
But the Lord saw you were tired and ready to go home,
He needed His angel to sit by His throne.
All that love from that heart, so pure,
will always be remembered, etched in our souls.
We're so thankful for you, and you know how much we loved you.
Though hard to let you go, we are glad you are happy, healed and now whole.
All that praying, just look what our Father in heaven did, He renewed and restored you, all the glory is His.
No more pain, no more worries, you no longer will be bound, or shed another tear again.
You're rejoicing now with all the ones you loved and Him.
But that saying is true, I just want you to know,
A golden heart stopped beating, the day God called you home!
May the winds of Heaven blow softly and whisper in your ear, how much we love and miss you, and wish that you were here.
Joyce D. Oncale
February 19, 1928 - January 18, 2012
Garyville, LA
Joyce Duhe Oncale, age 83, a native and resident of Garyville, LA, peacefully passed away on Wednesday, January 18, 2012, at her home surrounded by her loving family.
.
Preceded in death by husband Paul L. Oncale Jr., parents, Louis J. Duhe and Marie Haydel Duhe and son Mickey David Oncale.
Mother of Albert, Paul J. (Mary), Stephen (Kathy), Bruce (Shelia), Kathy O. Siggers, Ted (Janice), Ann O. Selser (Robert), Gail O. Steib and daughter-in-law, Barbara. Also survived by numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
For many years she proudly served as a member and treasurer for St. Hubert'sLadies Alter Society, AARP Chapter 3757, Catholic Daughters of America and VFW Ladies Auxiliary.
Joyce loved life, which she lived to the fullest. Cherished by her family and friends, she brought much joy to all who knew her. She believed that her purpose in life was to be a caregiver and often helped others in need.
She unselfishly willed her body to Tulane University School of Medicine; therefore, funeral services will not be held. A Memorial Mass will be celebrated at St. Hubert Catholic Church, Garyville, LA on Saturday, January 21, 2012 at 10:00 AM. A very special thanks to the staff of St. Catherine's Hospice for their excellent care of Joyce in her final days.
Published in The Times-Picayune from Jan. 19 to Jan. 20, 2012.
Remember Me:
Fill not your hearts with pain and sorrow, but remember me in every tomorrow. Remember the joy, the laughter, the smiles, I've only gone to rest a little while. Although my leaving causes pain and grief, my going has eased my hurt, and given me relief. So dry your eyes and remember me, not as I am now, but as I used to be. Because, I will remember you all, and look on with a smile. Understand in your hearts, I've only gone to rest a little while. As long as I have the love of each of you, I can live my life in the hearts of all of you.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone, for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left beautiful memories, your love is still our guide and though we cannot see you, you are always by our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one the chain will link again.
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Y our mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you...not time, not space...not even death." -AUTHOR UNKNOWN
You were a mother to many, no matter the case,
And there will never be another who could ever take your place.
Your words, your ways, your warm embrace,
will remain in our memories and in our hearts, until we see your face.
But the Lord saw you were tired and ready to go home,
He needed His angel to sit by His throne.
All that love from that heart, so pure,
will always be remembered, etched in our souls.
We're so thankful for you, and you know how much we loved you.
Though hard to let you go, we are glad you are happy, healed and now whole.
All that praying, just look what our Father in heaven did, He renewed and restored you, all the glory is His.
No more pain, no more worries, you no longer will be bound, or shed another tear again.
You're rejoicing now with all the ones you loved and Him.
But that saying is true, I just want you to know,
A golden heart stopped beating, the day God called you home!
May the winds of Heaven blow softly and whisper in your ear, how much we love and miss you, and wish that you were here.
February 19, 1928 - January 18, 2012
Garyville, LA
Joyce Duhe Oncale, age 83, a native and resident of Garyville, LA, peacefully passed away on Wednesday, January 18, 2012, at her home surrounded by her loving family.
.
Preceded in death by husband Paul L. Oncale Jr., parents, Louis J. Duhe and Marie Haydel Duhe and son Mickey David Oncale.
Mother of Albert, Paul J. (Mary), Stephen (Kathy), Bruce (Shelia), Kathy O. Siggers, Ted (Janice), Ann O. Selser (Robert), Gail O. Steib and daughter-in-law, Barbara. Also survived by numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
For many years she proudly served as a member and treasurer for St. Hubert'sLadies Alter Society, AARP Chapter 3757, Catholic Daughters of America and VFW Ladies Auxiliary.
Joyce loved life, which she lived to the fullest. Cherished by her family and friends, she brought much joy to all who knew her. She believed that her purpose in life was to be a caregiver and often helped others in need.
She unselfishly willed her body to Tulane University School of Medicine; therefore, funeral services will not be held. A Memorial Mass will be celebrated at St. Hubert Catholic Church, Garyville, LA on Saturday, January 21, 2012 at 10:00 AM. A very special thanks to the staff of St. Catherine's Hospice for their excellent care of Joyce in her final days.
Published in The Times-Picayune from Jan. 19 to Jan. 20, 2012.
Remember Me:
Fill not your hearts with pain and sorrow, but remember me in every tomorrow. Remember the joy, the laughter, the smiles, I've only gone to rest a little while. Although my leaving causes pain and grief, my going has eased my hurt, and given me relief. So dry your eyes and remember me, not as I am now, but as I used to be. Because, I will remember you all, and look on with a smile. Understand in your hearts, I've only gone to rest a little while. As long as I have the love of each of you, I can live my life in the hearts of all of you.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone, for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left beautiful memories, your love is still our guide and though we cannot see you, you are always by our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one the chain will link again.
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Y our mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you...not time, not space...not even death." -AUTHOR UNKNOWN
You were a mother to many, no matter the case,
And there will never be another who could ever take your place.
Your words, your ways, your warm embrace,
will remain in our memories and in our hearts, until we see your face.
But the Lord saw you were tired and ready to go home,
He needed His angel to sit by His throne.
All that love from that heart, so pure,
will always be remembered, etched in our souls.
We're so thankful for you, and you know how much we loved you.
Though hard to let you go, we are glad you are happy, healed and now whole.
All that praying, just look what our Father in heaven did, He renewed and restored you, all the glory is His.
No more pain, no more worries, you no longer will be bound, or shed another tear again.
You're rejoicing now with all the ones you loved and Him.
But that saying is true, I just want you to know,
A golden heart stopped beating, the day God called you home!
May the winds of Heaven blow softly and whisper in your ear, how much we love and miss you, and wish that you were here.
Inscription
The Broken Chain
We knew that morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories, your love is still our guide;
and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one, THE CHAIN will link again.
Author Unknown
Most Other Beautiful Things in Life Come By Twos and Threes, By Dozens and Hundreds, Plenty of Roses, Stars, Aunts, Sisters, and Friends. But Only One Mother in the Whole World.
Death changes everything! Time changes nothing.....we still miss the sound of your voice, the wisdom in your advice, the stories of your life and just being in your presence. So No, time changes nothing, we miss you as much today as we did the day you died.
"Whenever you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know."
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."
"You left us beautiful memories. Your love is still our guide, and though we cannot see you, you are always in our hearts and by our side. " - Your loving family
Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on. Cherished memories will never fade, because one loved is gone. Those we love can never be, more than a thought apart, for as long as there is a memory, they live with in our heart.
