I’ve gone back and forth with regards to posting this. These are my notes, which I read almost verbatim, for what I guess would be called a eulogy. For friends and family who couldn’t be there…
(thank everyone for being here to honor my mom and support our family)
You all know her by different names and in different ways, depending on how you were connected:
Joyce, Joyce Sutch, Joycie, Joyce Duino, Aunt Joyce, Aunt Joycie, Cousin Joyce Grandma, and Mom.
My sister Stacy and I were blessed with two great parents, Tony and Joyce. They were married for 50 years…this year. They both gave us everything they could. My mom, with a fulltime job at home, dealing with us, and my Dad, out in the workplace until he came home to do the same.
We ate dinner every night as a family. Same seating arrangement, like clockwork. I know now that it was real work, and effort, but she never made us feel that way.
Now it seems like a magic act.
We always had clean clothes for school, always had a home cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was like living in a hotel, with room service, laundry service, a tutor, a nurse, a therapist, and a friend
The mornings I remember back in Milltown were a blur of rapid conversation that my sister and mom would have every morning before we left for school…Stacy would be talking, Mom would be mostly listening, they were a perfect morning wakeup team.
She loved taking us to visit our grandparents or aunts, uncles, cousins… or to the beach or the pool or shopping for school clothes.
I can still remember hearing her tell me that she signed me up for guitar lessons 35 years ago.
Anything I threw her way was ok. “I’m gonna let my hair grow” (ok) “ I’m moving to NYC to be a record producer” (ok) “ I’ve started painting” (ok)…you name it, she was always a source of support and encouragement.
I remember her helping my sister on her wedding day…
And how much she loved her grandchildren…Charles, Graham and Andrew
I remember how excited she and my dad were when I picked them up in NYC after seeing Jersey Boys.
My mom and dad were together nearly every day of the past 50 years, literally.
In 2008 Joyce even had a part in saving my dad’s life by giving him cpr after he had a heart attack.
My dad has been there for her also, every day, every doctors appointment, every surgery, every moment, no question. And the fun stuff too..the art shows, the craft shopping, the christmas mornings, the picnics, the bowling, the bocce…
As most of you know, Joyce loved art. She loved to paint, draw, sketch, make crafts and arrangements. Over the past several years she was part of a group of artists who would meet on Mondays and Fridays…she loved it, and all her new artist friends.
She was a natural creative. She could decorate a dollhouse, make a costume, paint a picture, arrange flowers, make a quilt, you name it. She could dance, ice skate, talk with funny accents, feed a baby, and always knew some hidden back road to get you somewhere you needed to go to(we called it JPS)…She was fun and she made everything look easy.
Without exaggeration, our Joyce was amazing. A great wife and partner, a great mom, a great sister, a grandmother, and a great friend. There are at least 3 people in this room that would call Joyce their best friend…my dad, my sister, and me.