Obituary
On October 22, 2105, a remarkable woman, Joyce Elaine Plitt, lost her battle with Lupus.
Her age is not important as it was just a number that could never describe her youthful vibrancy. Joyce had an insatiable zest for life. A resident of Stone Creek, Joyce was an award-winning golfer and loved to travel. She had a passion for entertaining, always made too much food and always made you feel at home. Joyce showed kindness and unrelenting love to everyone she met. “Can’t” isn’t in my vocabulary, she would stubbornly say. She met each day with a determination to live life to its fullest. And on the bad days, her faith gave her the strength to push through. Joyce’s friends and their unwavering love and support meant the world to her. Anyone that had the privilege to meet Joyce knows that she was surely taken from us too soon. She will forever hold a special place in our hearts.
Joyce is survived by her partner, Greg Anderson of Ocala, FL; Charles Robert Sebour, son of Baltimore, MD; Eric Plitt, son, and wife Janel of St. Augustine, FL; Bruce Sebour, son of Baltimore, MD; Preston Sappington, brother and wife, Kathy of Ocala, FL; Joseph Sappington, brother, and wife Chris of St. Augustine, FL; Judy Harmon, sister, and husband Wayne of Ocala, FL. 4 grandchildren and countless nieces, nephews and cousins.
Per Joyce’s request, no services will be held. In lieu of flowers, we would love for you to make a donation to the Lupus Foundation of America. Please visit Joyce’s memorial page @ http://lupus.donorpages.com/Raise4Lupus/JoycePlittMemorial
Betty and I are heartbroken by this news. We have spoken of you and Joyce many times over the years, hoping all was going well in your lives. May she forever rest in peace.
Carl & Betty Rumpf
The Dash
by Linda Ellis copyright 1996
I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
from the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?
I've known you since I was a little girl. You were my other big sister who let me tag along with you and Judy..sometimes not by choice! You were always a bright star in our lives and kept us laughing. You were a fighter to the very end. We were blessed to have you as part of our lives and you will be missed. May you rest in peace Sis. Love you!