Joe had a short period of ill health and in the early hours of Friday 9 December 2016, he passed away peacefully. Joe was laid to rest on 21 December 2016 at his parents farm in Kabare.
One of the causes that was close to his heart was the education of children in particular in his home country Kenya. One of the charities that is supported by DUCKS, the Precious Sisters which supports the education of girls in various parts of Kenya greatly appealed to Joe and Janet. If you would like to learn more about the work of the Precious Sisters or if you would consider making a donation in Joe's memory to support their work, please see the attached link : http://precioussisters.org/
We have an assurance that Joe is only absent in body, but is present in spirit. We do not moan like those without hope.
Please do leave a tribute in memory of Joe.
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Leave a tributeFly with the angels.
You are always in my heart and I miss you you so much. Rest in peace.
And all that you would do
At some point every single day
My thoughts will turn to you
To loose you was a bitter wrench
The pain cut to my core
I cried until my tears run out
And then I cried some more.
This wouldn't be your wish for me
All I'm left with are memories that can and will never be erased.
Carry your strength through all the years ahead
By all.
But out hearts we’re not.
I miss the sound of your laugh,
The perfectly timed joke,
And the simple lines of wisdom.
Grief never gets easier, just more familiar.
It is simply love unexpressed.
Miss you uncle Joe. Until we meet again. Love always
Today is full of memories of a brother laid to rest and every single one of them is filled with happiness.For you were someone special always such a joy to know and there was soo much pain when it was time to let you go That's why this special message is sent to heaven above for the angels to take care of you and give you all my love.
RIP Sir x
Psalm 23
You were a great friend Chomba, very friendly and approachable judging from the first time I met you through Janet. Jovial and lively from the number of times we hanged out in Nairobi (I will miss your laughter and sarcasm especially if I did ‘dumb’ stuff). I still remember January 2003 on the eve of your wedding and how apprehensive you were about what I was hatching…..the look of your face when the cat was finally out of the bag, priceless.
Your house in London was my stopover during my escapades. Thank you for opening your doors for me……and for coming to fetch a starry-eyed young African who after exploring London boarded the wrong train and ended up getting lost ‘a few meters from home’ in Croydon (I can still hear your laughter). I remember us in your kitchen in London on a Sunday ‘listening’ to one of your neighbours who often insisted on ‘sharing’ his choice of reggae music with the neighbourhood. I can still recall that conversation.
Witty, cheerful Chomba….. thank you for the lively company, thank you for the conversation, thank you for the memories, thank you for being a friend.
Beloved husband, dad, son, brother, friend……we shall miss you
His example will live on in the young one he loved so much, and if there was ever a place he would want to be, it would be there. As the poem says:
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
I'm very grateful to be yet another who will always remember Joe.
You were always there quietly supporting Sister Janet as she serves in the Children Ministry of our church. Our thought and prayers are with Sis Janet, Chomba and the entire family. We have the assurance that you are resting in the bosom of your maker and that one day we shall meet to part no more
‘You have fought a good fight, you have finished your course, you have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for you a crown of righteousness……’
Goodnight brother Joe…….
He will be missed and we pray for this soul to rest in peace
Deepest condolences to Janet and rest of the family and friends and we will continue remember Chomba for all the laughter and fun times we have had and shared at Alpha
To Janet and Chomba, may God be with you and comfort you now and forever more. A loving and wonderful husband to Janet. What a true example of what a father is and should be. .
It is well.
blessings,
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Fly with the angels.
The Rose Beyond The Wall
A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall,
And as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall...
One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted - the rose blooms there-
its beauty even greater now, nurtured by
God's own loving care
For Janet and Chomba with love and deep understanding.x
This photo was taken when my son Nicolas broke his collar bone and Chomba popped in for a visit accompanied by Jack. A few days later, both Nicolas and Chomba got chickenpox. Joe and I kept exchanging pictures of the boys doing silly things to cheer up their days. He always had a nice word or a top tip for us... He sent me the following message during a playdate that Nicolas had at their place:
"They never stopped. I think they had missed each other. It's a solid friendship."
I love reading these words, 'it's a solid friendship'. The way adults perceive their child's relations tell a lot about the way the children themselves enact these relationships.
- Thanks, Joe, for teaching your son the real value of a friendship, rest assured that it is reciprocal from our part.
Tribute from Alice
"He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother"
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother...