Renee L Rosenfeld
My heart is filled with sadness upon learning of Joyce's passing. I will forever remember her cheery disposition, her laugh, the twinkle in her eye and most importantly, the kindness she extended to me throughout my life. Initially (circa 1969), Joyce sometimes watched me while Tammie and I played together when my mother - a nurse - worked. I visited Joyce one spring when on vacation in FL with my college roommate. It was worth the hour drive each way to spend just an hour in her company. Years later, Joyce even opened her St. Clair home to me one summer when I was visiting my dad. It was then that she taught me how to play gin rummy @ her dining room table during the evenings. Always positive, always warm, always friendly, always caring, rarely sitting still and extremely proud of each of her children, Joyce took great pleasure in sharing with me numerous photo albums, gushing over her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and joyfully describing their personal and professional endeavors. In more recent years, after Joyce no longer sent Christmas cards, I still counted on her to call me with holiday wishes and to check in; I looked forward to those calls, especially after my own mom passed away. I have many more fond memories of Joyce than what I can list here, but I'll close by noting that I'll never forget that adorable little camper near the backyard pool, that wonderful day spent at Ceder Point with Joyce, Richard and Tammie during one of my childhood summer visits, going to Diana's Sweet Shop in Port Huron with Joyce when I'd visit my dad as an adult (we both loved our ice cream), her love for and commitment to Richard & then Tony, her always remembering to ask for my mom, and her never waning interest in my personal life, my career and my overall happiness. Rest in peace, Joyce, or "Mrs. Arnold," as I first knew her.
- Renee L. Rosenfeld (childhood friend of Tammie)
