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Joyce A. Tully

 

 

 

Joyce A. Tully,  known as Joy, born in Charlotte, NC.,Raised in Tampa, Fl.  She was a resident of High Springs, Fl.

A beloved presence in the lives of all who knew her, will be remembered for her warm heart, spirit, and strength. She made people feel seen and cared for through listening, comforting words, and simply being there.

Family was central to Joyce’s life. She cherished the everyday moments with her loved ones and found joy in their company. Her laughter, compassion, and thoughtfulness created a sense of home wherever she was.

Joyce is survived by her devoted husband, children, and siblings, who will carry her memory forward with love and gratitude. She was preceded in death by her beloved daughter, parents, and siblings, whom she now joins in eternal peace.

Joyce’s legacy lives on in the countless lives she touched. Though deeply missed, her memory will continue to bring comfort, strength, and smiles to those who knew her.

 

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  1. May you now rest in eternal peace, my beautiful and very much loved and missed friend! I will absolutely never forget you or the wonderful and super funny memories we shared together! You will ALWAYS be my favorite person and I will ALWAYS love you, FOREVER you absolutely beautiful soul you! I have absolutely no doubt that you will now be with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! You better come visit me in my dreams woman! I will love you always and forever and hold you very close to my heart until we see each other again in heaven! Love you always Joy! Cassie Keyes ❤️😘

  2. Joy was the correct name for you. I light this candle in your memory. I love you dear, sweet cousin. Rest in peace.

  3. Rest in peace, my beautiful cousin.
    You’ve earned it.
    Enjoy the reunion for now and I look forward to seeing you again 🥰

  4. Rest in peace my beloved cousin.
    You’ve earned it.
    Welcome to the reunion and I look forward to seeing you again. 🥰

  5. Paper Flowers – Jessica Jocelyn
    In another life and time, I could save my mother.
    Id pull her from the fire before it reached her heart, teach her that softness isnt weakness.
    That love doesnt have to hurt to be real.
    I’d braid her hair and tell her she’s safe, hold her while she cries for the childhood
    Id rewrite the story before it wrote her, before she wrote me with the same ink.
    Maybe then,
    we could have found each other whole.

    I love you mom, miss you more each day.


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