“Mr. and Mrs. Rose,” as my siblings and I respectfully and affectionately called these friends of our parents were regarded as family. I remember their visits to our homes in Brooklyn, and ours to theirs in Queens. The Roses traveled to St. Vincent to celebrate my parents’ 25th Wedding Anniversary, and were there for their 50th in Brooklyn. They were among the honored guests in attendance at my wedding, and remained close to our family.
Following Mr. Rose’s passing, the friendship with Mrs. Rose continued. My parents retired back to SVG, but returned to NY annually. Those visits always included contact with their friend “Joyce” via phone calls or a visit. Now as an adult, I too became her friend, and looked forward to the visits with my parents. My husband would drive us to Mrs. Rose’s lovely home, and garden in Queens, or she would visit us at my home in Brooklyn with her dear sister, Artilda. I looked forward to those visits, as I enjoyed hearing about Mrs. Rose’s travels with her nurse friends or family, her church, daily activities, and of course reminiscences with funny anecdotes from the past. We both loved Lladros, and would talk about our collection. Before leaving her home, we would venture to her backyard where some cutting from a plant or flower would be offered. We both also loved gardening.
Joyce Rose was a spiritual, caring, graceful, and generous woman. She was a true, and caring friend! This was demonstrated by her providing excellent private duty nursing care for my mom following her surgery. This was done “free of charge-“ not even at a family discount. This was truly an act of love, and my parents always talk about it, and remain forever grateful.
Mrs. Joyce Rose will live on in the hearts of Elna and Ronnie Howard, their children, Marcia and Lester Harrison, and I am sure all who were privileged enough to have met this woman of God, who exuded style and grace. She will truly be missed; however, we take comfort in knowing she is resting in peace with Mr. Rose, and our Lord. All our love