Joyce Ann Dominguez

Joyce was not only a sister to Helen, Cecilia, Walter and I, she was an step daughter, aunt, cousin, comadre, godmother, confidant and most of all a friend to all. Joyce would sit and listen to everyone and try to help those she could help…but when it came to me(her lil sis), she would sit, listen, think, and then yell…I’m sure everyone here knows Joyce as Aunt Joyceee, Aunt J, cousin Joyce, Comadre, and last but not least Nina Joyce, now just to let you know that name, nina, goes really a long way, I lost count on how many comadres, compadres and godchildren she has, I know it started at 2 but then I think ends around 20, Joyce has so many friends in her life that every time they had a baby, she was always asked to be a godmother and she never hesitated nor refused…the more godchildren in her life the better so just to say at Christmas time our tree was filled just with presents for all her godchildren.

I know each and everyone of you have your own memories of being with Joyce…Please carry that memory with you forever, if its from back in the day to the present time, spend a moment remembering our sister, your friend for everything she has done to make that memory with you so memorable.

I have been so blessed to have my own memories with Joyce that I will carry them with me forever. There are so many I will never forget, from the day I had my quince era to the day I delivered my son and she brought us home, the day we baptized him and the many many concerts, weddings, partys and just spending time together. There was also one I was reminded of the other day, my grandma had passed away and Angela invited Joyce, Michael and I to spend the night with her so that we would not have to go back to Ventura, we all got ready for bed and turned in, we were all getting into bed when Joyce sat on one of angelas beds, right then the bed gave out and fell to the floor with Joyce on it…Angela, Michael and I started laughing, we couldn’t stop, Joyce was so mad at us and yelled at us to stop, we must of laughed at least about 10 to 15 minutes,
She sat on then floor for a few minutes until we stopped, she was sooo mad at us…we laughed for quite awhile even after we fixed the bed for Joyce….Then there will be the morning I walked into her room at the hospital, pulled her curtain to the side and said good morning joyceee, she opened her eyes looked towards me and said “you scared me“….I stood there shocked but very very happy to hear that lovely voice again, she talked all day long, even when she had visitors, her memory wasn’t gone one bit, she remembered people even when they spoke to her, I remember I even called Angela to tell her that Joyce was talking and being very demanding. Her talking didn’t stop all that day, she even talked to the doctor and the nurses…. I knew when she started talking I was already in trouble because she was called me by a name that only my mom, grandma and her would ever use, it was “Berno”, I knew when they called me by this name I was in so much trouble for one thing or another.…that day with Joyce I have never heard that name so many times in one day that I’m sure it made up for a lifetime of me being in trouble.

Joyce helped raise her nephew michael since he was a baby until he was a grown boy. Even though she had no children she thought of Michael as her own son. Then a few years later came her grand niece Juliessa Montes, she gave her endless love to julie and would always babysit her day or night and do everything she could for her.

I want to thank Santa Paula Hospital ICU unit for all their kindness, fantastic care of our loved one during her stay. I also want to thank Dr. Constatine for being so good to our sister and giving all he could to keep her here with us. Thank you to all of our friends and family for your prayers, your support and love during this time. Joyce may be gone but she will be with us forever in our hearts and on our minds...

Love you all…