Rawls ~ JOYCE JACQUELINE RAWLS was born November 19, 1951, in Monticello, Florida to Judson and Eddie Mae Baldwin. She attended and graduated from Miami Northwester, class of 1969.
Joyce married Edward Rawls May 13, 1976; being a military wife she traveled to many places, keeping the family together. She held many employment positions including group home manager. Joyce enjoyed catering, decorating, making crafts and helping others. She was a member of Providence at West Jacksonville under the leadership of Pastor Timothy B. Hicks where she was a loving servant of God. Joyce was the epitome of a loving and kind person and she lived a life of love, strength and laughter.
She was preceded in death by her father, Judson Baldwin; grandparents, Will & Rodann Baldwin, Ed & Annie Thompson; brothers, Judson Baldwin II, Wendell Baldwin; sister, Annie Gaston. Joyce leaves to cherish precious memories, husband of forty-seven years, Edward Rawls; daughters, Danita Smith, Aldonia Rawls, Karen Rawls; grandchildren, Shari (Maurice) Mickles, Tevin and Tyrese Rawls-Stephens, Dean Rawls; great granddaughter, Kyndal Mickles; mother, Eddie Mae Matthews; stepmother, Alene Baldwin; brothers, Michael Baldwin, Johnny Pryor; sisters, Velma Jean Baldwin, Marilyn Williams; aunt, Ella Baldwin; special nephew, Tyrone Baldwin; best friend, Wanda Burkes; a host of cousins, nephews, nieces and friends including her mixed breed, Nyla.
Celebration of Life service for Mrs. Joyce Jacqueline Rawls will be 10:00AM Friday, October 21, 22 at The Soutel Chapel. Visitation Thursday from 5 – 6:00 PM. Interment in Jacksonville National Cemetery. Because of the love of her family, arrangements entrusted to J. E. Fralin & Sons Funeral & Cremation Services, 5065 Soutel Drive, 904-924-9400
My Last Party
When you come to my last party, don’t come with faces long.
But come with memories that are pleasant, in your heart let there be a song.
The places will be full of loved ones, and I will be dressed so grand.
The only thing I shall be sorry for, is that I won’t be there to shake your hand.
When you come to my last party, we wont play any games.
But there will be a register, where you may sign your name.
As you stand and sing my praises, in voices so silently.
Telling each other or thinking, of what good things you remember about me.
When you come to my last party, my Lord will be the host.
Because it is He amongst all my friends, who really loved me most.
He bore my cross at Calvary, He bears my cross today.
And when you leave he will still be with me, to comfort me along the way.
So when you gather at my grave today, remember how I loved you all
in my own special way. I did the best that I knew how,
it’s up to God to take care of me now.