THANKSGIVING SERVICE FOR THE LIFE OF THE LATE
Joann
MARGARET MAJOR
Born: October 12th,1943
Died: May 12th, 2025
Age: 81 years
SERVICE HELD AT:
EBENEZER METHODIST CHURCH
East Shirley Street Nassau, N. P., The Bahamas
Wednesday, May 28th, 2025 at 11:00 a.m.
OFFICIATING:
Rev. Milton Lightbourne
ORGANIST: Mrs. Linda Lightbourne
INTERMENT:
Ebenezer Methodist Church Cemetery
East Shirley Street Nassau, N.P., The Bahamas
Father, In Thy Gracious Keeping, Leave We Now Thy Servant Sleeping
Obituary
A LIFE WELL LIVED: THE STORY OF JOANN MARGARET MAJOR (NÉE STYLES)
Joann Margaret Major (née Styles) was born on October 12, 1943, in the close-knit community of “The Balls Alley” on the island of New Providence. She was the fourth girl and seventh child of O’Donald Burke and Florence Irene Styles, and she grew up in a vibrant neighborhood that influenced her generous spirit and joyful nature. She had a positive attitude, an open heart, and a soul that welcomed
She attended St. Anne’s School, where she formed lifelong friendships and began to shape the warm, witty personality we all came to know and love
After graduating from St. Anne’s High School, Joann began working at Bahamas Telecommunications (Batelco) as a telephone operator, a job that suited her perfectly. Her cheerful voice and compassionate nature left lasting impressions on everyone she spoke with. Later, she joined the Registrar General’s Department, becoming not only a respected coworker but also a kind, trusted face for the community. Joann took a leap of faith and retired early to become a homemaker, the job she enjoyed best.
Joann also spent some time living in New York City with her older brother, the late Charles “Chobbins” Styles. Her time abroad brought new experiences, but her heart and roots always remained firmly at home.
business (she was always found mounted so proudly in the passenger seat). They did everything together, living life with joy, laughter, and a spirit of togetherness that extended to everyone around them. Their deep connection inspired all who knew them, offering a shining example of what love and commitment can look like over a lifetime.
She was the proud mother of six children, Gina, Inga, Dillon, Richard, Tennessee and Paul Jr., and a devoted grandmother to 18 and great-grandmother to 7. Her love for her family was boundless, fierce, and unwavering.
Joann loved fiercely. She defended those she cared about with every ounce of her being. Loyal and bold, she was always quick to stand up for her family, whether they needed protection or simply someone in their corner.
She deeply loved her extended family, nieces, nephews, cousins, and lifelong friends. Her circle was wide, and with Joann, no one was a stranger for long.
Joann had a rare gift for making people feel like they belonged. Her cooking was legendary. Her door was always open. And nearly everyone she knew, she nicknamed them, a playful, loving tag that only she could give.
Some of the happiest moments were spent at the old homestead in The Balls Alley, and under the Dilly Tree in Strachan’s Alley, where laughter echoed and memories were made over shared meals, stories, and
In 2018, Joann suffered a stroke that left her paralyzed on her left side. But even when her body weakened, her spirit remained strong. She continued to face life with grace, humor, and with an unshakable faith. In March of this year, she was hospitalized. After returning home, she was readmitted to the hospital on the morning of May 12th, and she passed away peacefully at 11:20 p.m.
Though she is no longer with us in the physical, Joann’s presence is deeply felt. Her spirit lives on in every laugh we share, every meal cooked in her honor, and every nickname spoken with a smile.
Her life was a blessing. Her memory is a treasure. She loved deeply, and was deeply loved in return.
Rest in peace, Joann, Joe, Joey, Jo Jo, Nokes
Left to cherish her fond and loving memories are
Her loving and devoted Husband: Paul Major Daughters: Gina Dorsette, Inga Bostwick, Tennessee Bowe
Sons: Dillon Burrows, Richard Fox, Paul Major Jr.
Adopted Daughters: Carolee Thompson- Brown and Tanya Cartwright
Grandchildren: Ya’lann Coakley, Shelby and Malik Dorsette, Petra and Peter Marshall, Ashaki Gibson, Donre Hollingsworth, Nicholas, Brittiny and Dilynne Burrows, Rashied, Andrew, Dante and DeAndre Fox, Paris, Perisian and Zion Major, Kymani Bowe.
Great Grand Children: Che’tario Ferguson, Taiyo Meeres, Kylie Joseph, Jayce Charity, Parker and Phoenix Davis, Paityn Marshall
Sister: Brenda Bowe
Nieces: Patrice Bowe, Tina Lockhart, Tabitha Styles, Gloriann Brathwaite, Marion Wright, Angelica Major, Uzoma Wilson, Dereca Bonaby
Nephews: Neil Wright, Sean Brathwaite, Patrick Bowe, Bernard “BH” Hanna, Arthur Lockhart , Andrew Wright, Ron Major, Christopher Major Jr., Delrico Bonaby, Ricardo Major.
Grand Nieces: Liesl and Natasha Wright, Lisa Forest, Dr. Shamere Brathwaite, Ebony Gibson, Jordyn Lockhart, Ciara Bowe, Madison Wright and Trevonya Bullard.
Grand Nephews: Darren Wright Sr., Brett Wright, Edon Bowe, Wayne Farah, Shimon Brathwaite, Leslie Smith, Darren Wright
Jr., Nathan Wright, Gerad and Jamal Ramsey, Tre Stuart and Theron Gibson.
Daughter-in-Law: Denica Burrows
Son-in-Law: Rev’d Fr. DeAngelo Bowe
Sister-in-Laws: Ruth Bonaby and Myrtle Major
Brother-in-laws: Philip and Christopher Major
Host of other Relatives and Friends: Ms. Patsy Roberts and Family, The Family of the late Bertha Newbold, The Family of late Gladys Hanna, Marsha Allen and Family, Herbert Styles and Family, Louis and Helen Hanchell and Family, Stella Nicholls and Family, Milliard Archer’ Children: Brenda, Godfrey, Beverley and Delores, Leroy Archer Sr. Children, Sharon and Lera, Diane Barr, Jeff and Linda Hall, The Styles, Archer, and Hudson Family, The Major Family, The Sherman Family, The Bostwick Family, Helena Pennerman, Roy Adams, Dr. Robert Gibson, Kelly Burrows, and Family, Peter Marshall Sr., and Family, Denise Wilson, John and Kenda Marche, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Thompson and Family, Mr. and Mrs. Allan Gager, Mrs. Pauline Gardiner and Family, Ms. Mae Morton-Curry and Family, Ms. Pat Mortimer and Family, Mr. Jason and Eloise Moxey and Family, Cynthia Maynard and Family, Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley Robinson and Family, Mr. and Mrs. Ray and Maria Culmer, Roosevelt and Iris Finlayson, Laurena Finlayson, Dr. Gill Gibson and Family, Dr. Yasmine Robinson, Mr. Henderson and Arisha Bullen, Mrs. Giavanna Knowles- Cooper and Family, Latisha and Catalina Hill, Kathy Pinder, and Ms. Janice Davis and Family, Dale Marche, Dominic Carey, Lenora Mackey, Jay and Jackie Styles, Machel Carroll and Family, Eileen and Alexis Cartwright, Ellen Adderley, Codi Roberts, Torez and Corrie Hanna, Gier Barnett, Melissa Hanna, Demetrius Bastian and Family, Mr. and Mrs. Chief Superintendent Kenrid Neely, Reserve Inspector Lernex Williams, Mr. Clyde Rashad and Family, Mr. Nathaniel
Edgecombe and Family, Mr. and Mrs. Richard McCombe and family, Mr. Luther Moss and family, Alfred Brice and Family, Mrs. Hutchinson and family, Dino Mosko and family, Leo Johnson and family, Anwar Major and family, Donald Daley, Mr. Levin and family, Edith Knowles and family, Tabitha Butler and family, Martin Treco and family, Cyril Mackey and family, Linda Bethel and family, Peter Bruce and family, Guiliane Louis and family, Carl Dean, Dawn Young and Family, John Bowe and Family, Patricia and Monique Mitchell, Monte Riley, Patasha Johnson, Tamika Brice, The Stewart Family, The Adderley Family, Debbie Dunn & Crew from Liouville, Kentucky, The Bridgewater Family, Families from the old homestead Balls Alley, The Millers, Dorsett’s, Andersons, Thompsons, Clarkes, Bethell’s, Stuarts, Browns, McKenzie’s, Roberts, Campbells, Mildred Taylor and Family, Strachan’s Alley Corner, Shirley Street and Kemp Road Communities. including Frantz Ferguson and Dandly Flowers.
The Most Holy Trinity Anglican Church, Holy Spirit Anglican Church Family, Bishop Laish Boyd and Mrs. Joanne Boyd, Bishop Dennis and Delcina Lafrenier, Archdeacon Keith Cartwright, Retired Archdeacon James Palacious and Rev’d Angela Palacious. Fr. Oswald Pinder, Fr. Joseph and Mary Mycklewhyte, Fr. Hutchinson and the St. Margaret Anglican Church Family, Fr. Denrick Rolle, Fr. Mario Conliffe, Fr. Jonathon Archer, Fr. Peter Scott, Ebenezer Methodist Church Family, Rev’d Milton Lightbourne and Family, Rev’d T.G. Morrison, Happy Healing Home Care.
The Prescription Parlor Pharmacy, University of The Bahamas (DIA), The Gallery Wine Bar, Cruise Port, Ocean Club Golf Course, Fidelity Bank Bahamas (Ltd) Family, The Windermere Spa Family, Rotary Club of New Providence (RCNP), The Free National Movement (FNM) P.I Beach Club family, R.G.T Holdings, Bahamas AC Supply, V.G restaurant, Chris Towing Company, Jackson Minnis (Miramar) and others too numerous to mention.
Order of Service
MUSICAL PRELUDE
OPENING SENTENCES | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
HYMN | “Jerusalem the Golden”
1. Jerusalem the golden! With milk and honey blest; Beneath your contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh! I know not, What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare.
2. They stand, those halls of Zion, Conjubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are deck’d in glorious sheen.
3. There is the throne of David, And there, from care released, The shout of those who triumph, The song of those who feast, And they, who with their Leader, Have conquer’d in the fight, Forever and forever, Are clad in robes of white.
4. O sweet and blessed country, Shall e’er I see your face? O sweet and blessed country, Shall e’er I win your grace? Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be your part; His only, his forever, You shall be and you are.
OPENING PRAYER | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
SOLO | Mrs. Giavanna Knowles- Cooper
CONDOLENCES | Rev. T.G.Morrison-Zion Baptist Church
Mr. Serfent Rolle-Secretary General, Free National Movement
Mr. Cassius Stuart-Balls Alley neighbor
HYMN | “Abide with me”
1 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away. Change and decay in all around I see. O thou who changest not, abide with me.
3 I need thy presence every passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power? Who like thyself my guide and strength can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
4 I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless, ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes. Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven’s morning breaks and earth’s vain shadows flee; in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
FIRST SCRIPTURE READING | “Psalm 23” | Ms. Gina Dorsette
HYMN | “Great is Thy Faithfulness”
1. Great is thy faithfulness, O God, my Father; There is no shadow of turning with thee. Thou changest not, thy compassions, they fail not; As thou hast been, thou forever wilt be.
Refrain:
Great is thy faithfulness, Great is thy faithfulness, Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed thy hand hast provided; Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.
2. Summer and winter and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above Join with all nature in manifold witness To thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love. [Refrain]
3. Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth, Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide; Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, Blessings all mine and ten thousand beside. [Refrain]
AS I KNEW HER | Mr. Peter Marshall
HYMN | “Through All The Changing Scenes of Life”
1 Through all the changing scenes of life, in trouble and in joy, the praises of my God shall still my heart and tongue employ. Of his deliv’rance I will boast, till all that are distressed, from my example comfort take and lay their griefs to rest.
2 O magnify the LORD with me, exalt his holy name; when in distress to him I called, he to my rescue came. The hosts of God encamp around the dwellings of the just; deliv’rance he affords to all who in his promise trust.
3 O taste and see that he is good; experience will decide how blest are they, and only they who in the LORD confide. Fear him, you saints, and you will then have nothing else to fear; make serving him your sole delight, your wants shall be his care.
SECOND SCRIPTURE READING | John 14:1-6 | Dr. Shamere Brathwaite
TRIBUTE | Rev’d Fr. DeAngelo Bowe
OBITUARY | To Be Read in Silence
HYMN | “Hark My Soul it is The Lord”
Hark, my soul! It is the Lord, ‘Tis thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee –“Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou Me?
“I delivered thee when bound, And when wounded, healed thy wound; Sought thee wand’ring, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light.
“Can a woman’s tender care Cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee.
“Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above; Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death.
“Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done, Partner of My throne shalt be; Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou Me?”
Lord, it is my chief complaint That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love Thee, and adore, Oh, for grace to love Thee more!
EULOGY | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
SOLO | Mrs. Giavanna Knowles-Cooper & Asari Butler
PRAYER FOR THE FAMILY | Archdeacon Keith Cartwright
COMMENDATION | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
RECESSIONAL HYMN | “For all the Saints”
1 For all the saints who from their labors rest, who Thee by faith before the world confessed; Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest. Alleluia, Alleluia!
2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might; Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. Alleluia, Alleluia!
3 O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia, Alleluia!
4 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, steals on the ear the distant triumph song, and hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia, Alleluia!
5 But then there breaks a still more glorious day: the saints triumphant rise in bright array; the King of glory passes on His way. Alleluia, Alleluia!
6 From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast, through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, in praise of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Alleluia, Alleluia!
Graveside Hymns:
IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL
When peace like a river attended my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
Oh it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
CITY OF GOLD
1 There’s a city that looks o’er the valley of death, And its glories can never be told; There the sun never sets, and the leaves never fade, In that beautiful city of gold.
Chorus: There the sun never sets, and the leaves never fade; And the eyes of the faithful our Saviour behold, In that beautiful city of gold.
2 There the King, our Redeemer, the Lord whom we love, All the faithful with joy shall behold: There the righteous forever shall shine as the stars, In that beautiful city of gold. [Chorus]
3 Every soul we have led to the foot of the cross, Every lamb we have brought to the fold-Shall be there as bright jewels, our crowns to adorn, In that beautiful city of gold. [Chorus]
4 There we’ll tell how he loved and redeemed us from sin, But the half even there can’t be told; There we’ll sing the new song with the blood-washed at home, In that beautiful city of gold [Chorus]
IT’S ALRIGHT NOW
There was a time I travelled a lonely sinful road; Beneath a heavy burden bending low; But now all things are different, since Jesus took my load It’s alright now, I’m His I know.
(Chorus)
It’s alright now, for I am in my Saviour’s care It’s alright now; my Saviour hears and answers prayer He’ll walk with me, (He’ll walk beside me) Till I climb the heavenly stair, And everything (And everything is alright now)
A’ down a lonely pathway, without a friend to guide, I walked in sin and sorrow all alone ‘Till Jesus came and found me, and drew me to His side; It’s alright now, for I’m His own.
No more in sin I wander, no more in darkness roam The Lord has placed my feet on higher ground; Each day new heights I’m gaining, my soul is nearing home, It’s alright now, I’m heaven bound.
AND CAN IT BE
1 And can it be that I should gain An int’rest in the Savior’s blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! how can it be That Thou, my God, should die for me?
Refrain:
Amazing love! how can it be That Thou, my God, should die for me!
2 ‘Tis mystery all! Th’Immortal dies! Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine! ‘Tis mercy all! let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more. [Refrain]
3 He left His Father’s throne above, So free, so infinite His grace; Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam’s helpless race; ‘Tis mercy all, immense and free; For, O my God, it found out me. [Refrain]
4 Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free; I rose, went forth and followed Thee. [Refrain]
5 No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. [Refrain]
IT IS FINISHED
There’s a line that is drawn through the ages
On that line stands an old rugged cross
On that cross, a battle is raging
Or the gain a man’s soul or it’s loss
On one side, march the forces of evil
All the demons, and all the devils of hell
On the other, the angels of glory
And they meet on Golgotha’s hill
The earth shakes with the force of the conflict
And the sun refuses to shine
There hangs God’s son, in the balance
And then through the darkness he cries
It is finished, the battle is over
It is finished, there’ll be no more war
It is finished, the end of the conflict
It is finished and Jesus is Lord
Yet in my heart, the battle was raging
Not all prisoners of war had come home
These were battlefields of my own making I didn’t know that the war had been won
Then I heard the king of the ages
Had fought all the battles for me
And that victory was mine for the claiming
And now praise his name, I am free
It is finished, the battle is over It is finished, there’ll be no more war
It is finished, the end of the conflict
It is finished and, Jesus is Lord
IN LOVING MEMORY
To My Beloved Wife, Joey From your devoted husband, Paul.
For 49 beautiful years, you were my partner, my best friend, and the love of my life. We shared a love that was rare and true. A bond that only grew stronger with time. As I reflect on our life together, my thoughts are filled with your smiling face, your pretty brown eyes, and the countless memories we created side by side. I will always love you. I will think of you often. And I will forever miss our peaceful rides in “Big Yellow.” Until we meet again, my love.
Love always, Your hubby, Paul
GOODBYE MY SISTER, JOANN (JOEY) - MEMORIES
Mommy and her sisters enjoyed many good years of life. Mommy and Joann were number 6 & 7, They were predeceased by #5, Auntie Angela 15 years ago. They travelled and partied as one. Balls Alley was where the old homestead was located, and they had cherished friendships with the Stuarts, Campbells and Mildred Taylor. They were the good old days. Mommy would hang out through Balls Alley on weekends before she retired as an Educator, but after she retired and Auntie Joey moved to Perth St., she would find her way there and they would hang out under the “ Dilly Tree.” As they aged Auntie Joey would look out for mommy who became forgetful due to Alzheimers. She would call Mommy everyday, saying Patti Bowe, I just call to check on my sister, she even spoke to the caregivers to check on her sister. She called mom Twoie, and mom called her Jo Panokes. The Saturday before she passed Tina took her for what would be her final visit and mommy fought them because she did not want to leave her sister. Her last words to mommy was Brenda I’m going to see you tomorrow, I’m going to rest.
Goodbye to my dear sister Brenda (Two)
MY MOTHER, MY PRECIOUS
A selfless, loving human who has sacrificed many of her wants and needs for me and my siblings. Our laughs and personal jokes, the way she was so snipuous I will never forget. The way she smiled when I entered the room I will miss. Mommy u left many great memories, from chips to nuts. Your Black Prince & Daughter in law will Forever Love You!
Dillon
A Loving Tribute to Our Beloved Jo Jo
MOTHER • GRANDMOTHER • GREAT-GRANDMOTHER
“Can a mother’s tender care cease towards the child she bares?
Yes, she may forgetful be, yet will I remember thee.”
These were Jo Jo’s favorite words she lived by. Her love was unwavering, her care unconditional. She left a legacy of laughter, wisdom, and boundless compassion that we will carry with us forever.
Every evening after I got off work at 10:00 PM, she would be there ready to talk, to laugh, to share stories and joy. Our nightly phone calls were filled with endless jokes and deep conversations. Now, those moments are bittersweet memories, but precious all the same. I will get by carrying her voice in my heart.
Jo Jo had a special nickname for each of my children, each one a little piece of her humor and love:
Yalann – “My No-Nonsense Granddaughter”
Shelby – “My Sexy Girl”
Malik – “The Butler” (“Make sure you treat him right. Don’t play with him!”)
Tario – “The Quiet One,” when she couldn’t quite remember his name
Taiyo – “Commin’ Rite Back” (a special name she gave him, full of inside jokes and love)
Jayce – “J.C.”
Kaylie – “Pretty Girl”
And me, she always called “Doctor Gina.” Whatever the problem, she’d call me for a remedy, trusting me with all her heart.
At the end of every conversation, I’d say, “Anyway, Mummy, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
And she would always reply, in that calm, peaceful voice:
“God’s willing. Don’t let the bed bug’s bite. Have a good night.”
Sleep on, Mummy. Sleep on, Grammy.
Take your well-earned rest.
We love you deeply and will cherish the memories—so many and so full of love. With all our hearts,
Gina, your Grandchildren, and Great-Grands
MUMMY
My mummy was a woman of extraordinary love, strength, and generosity. She may not have had much in terms of financial wealth, but she gave endlessly from the abundance of her heart.
I will remember my mummy for the countless delicious meals she cooked with joy (she did not pass the gene onto me), and for so many fun times. There was always laughter with mummy.
Her generosity reached far, as people would stop by knowing that they would be fed. She never turned anyone away. A hot plate, she offered freely, without ever expecting anything in return. She would always say, “It’s just food.”
She taught me about God, always reminding me and Lil Paul to say our prayers at night and in the morning. She also taught me how to live with humility and with grace.
She taught me how to appreciate life for what it was and for what it wasn’t, and to be satisfied with whatever God blessed me with. I can hear her now saying, “Do only what you can do, Tennessee and leave the rest for tomorrow”.
You lived to see 81 years, more than what God has promised us. You lived love in action, and I will carry your lessons and your kind spirit with me forever.
I pray that you are dancing with the Angels above, and I will continue to dance for you until we meet again.
Rest in peace, my dearest mummy - you have more than earned your reward.
Love, Your Millie the Model, Your Star, Your Princess
Tennessee Marguerite
TO GRAMMY
To a woman who exuded strength and selflessness. If “go above and beyond” was a person, Grammy, it would be you. You were more than a grandmother to us. You were consistently present from we were born to our current age; you made sure we were taken care of and protected. Our hearts are broken that you are no longer here with us, but we find comfort in knowing that your spirit will always surround us. We will always cherish our loving memories together, your beautiful smile, your contagious laugh, your home-cooked meals, your elegant style and your warm embrace. Continue to rest in peace our guardian angel.
We love you forever!
“Grammy Girls” (Paris, Perisian and Zion)
A TRIBUTE TO MY LOVING AUNT “JOEY”
My aunt Joey was the life of the party! She loved to dance and enjoyed life to the fullest!
To me, she was “Grampa Joey” a name she and I affectionately called each other. My fondest memories of my aunt were how she would coin phrases and make up names for her family. One of her favorite sayings was “Right away, right off the top.” If you were dressed well, you would be called “Lady DE Winters.” Her daughter Inga’s house was all white, so whenever there was a family function she would say we’re going to the “White House” to Hilary Clinton. I will miss our telephone calls. She and I would talk almost every day. When she called, she always said “Tina Bowe, I am just calling to check on you” and I would do likewise. When she answered and said “Hello” I would say “Is it me you’re looking for?’ She would erupt with laughter and respond… “Tina Bowe, My one in a Million.” Our conversations always ended with “I love you” and she would say, “Right away, right of the top! You are my girl, my One in a million.” I am comforted to know that she had fought the good fight, finished the race and kept the faith. She is now resting in the arms of her Savior. I love you, Grampa Joey. Take your rest. Your “One in a Million.”
IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR GRAND-AUNT JOEY
Joey, as we affectionately called our dear grand-aunt, always held a special place in our hearts. Fond memories of her and Paul passing the house, cheerfully calling out “All the Wrights!” will forever echo in our minds.
She had a deep and abiding love for our father, her beloved nephew Bryan, who was more like a younger brother to her. After his passing, her weekly calls became a comforting ritual—one we cherished deeply. Joey also shared a birthday with our late mother, whom she always spoke of with admiration and love.
We both still smile at the nickname, ‘my turn-up mouth twin’ that Joey gave Natasha, from birth. Every phone call she made to us would include that - just one of many ways she added laughter and light to our lives.
Always cheerful, always loving, always authentically herself—Joey’s presence will be profoundly missed. We thank God for the time we shared with her and the legacy of love she leaves behind.
With all our love,
Your grand-nieces, Liesl and Natasha Wright
A TRIBUTE TO MY FRIEND JOANN “STYLES-MAJOR.”
I had the profound pleasure (thanks to Joey) of being a part of the Styles family, where we socialized together at the old homestead in “Balls Alley and Chesapeake Road.”
I had the privilege of meeting sisters Cynthia Wright, Angela Brathwaite, and Brenda Bowe, and brother Alfred Styles during that time. My friendship with Joann spanned over fifty years. I first met Joann when I worked at the Registrar General’s Office during the summer months, and our friendship grew over the years. We may not have seen each other regularly, but whenever we connected, it was like yesterday.
Joann nicknamed me “Paully Fuisse,” and every time she called, it was, “How’s my Paully Fuisse?” I would respond, “How’s my shish kabob?” and it would erupt into the biggest laugh.
Joann and my brother “Lou” shared the same birthday, October, 12th, 1943. Each year without fail, she would call him or ask me, How’s Louie? They spoke often over the years.
Joann was the true epitome of a friend. I will miss her dearly and our chats, but she will live in my heart forever.
May she rest in peace and rise in glory!
Love you and will miss you always my friend.
Roy
Today we gather to celebrate the life and memory of Joann Marguerite Styles, she was a wife, mother, grandmother, great grand mother and Aunt who brought so much joy into our lives. Although it is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye, I will forever cherish the uplifting and positive impact she had on my life and all who were fortunate enough to call her family and friend. She taught me to never give up in the face of adversity because life goes on with or without you or as Teddy Pendergass one of her favorite singers would say “wake up”.
Joann was a complex soul who enjoyed life. Being my mother’s younger sister, we practically shared adolescence memories growing up in Balls Lane on Shirley Street. She loved life and would always say to me when asked “how are you?” to hold on and don’t let go. A quote from her brother and my uncle Oswald Styles.
My fondest memories of her are the display of kindness to those who were never disappointed in her offering of food to the less fortunate. A woman with the heart of gold. Beautiful inside out and a great fighter. Though her passing at this time did not come as a shock my thoughts are also with her husband Paul who was a devoted companion throughout her illness. You are gone, but to us you still live in our memories and hearts. Rest in peace my aunt.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF
“THE LIFE OF THE PARTY”
Today we say our final goodbye to a wonderful womanour beloved aunt Joey (as she was affectionally known). Her presence in our lives was a blessing we will forever cherish. Though her health had been declining in recent times, she faced her challenges with a quiet strength and grace that truly defined her spirit.
She was a source of wit, laughter, comfort and unconditional love. Whether through a kind word, a gentle touch or the warmth of her smile, she had a way of making people feel seen, heard and valued. She taught us the meaning of resilience and compassion, not through words alone but through the way she lived.
She’s no longer here to update us on the daily “happenings” (and trust us a lot was always happening). She’s not here any longer to make us smile with her witty jokes or remind us of past stories of the days growing up. But, her love for family and life will forever linger in our hearts, that was the cornerstone of her life.
Even in sickness, her humility, strength, determination and oh, that smile… they will always be remembered. Though our hearts are heavy with grief, we take solace in knowing she is now at peace. Her memory will continue to live on in our stories, our values and the love we share with others, just as she did.
Auntie Joey, Jo-Jo, thank you for everything, you may be gone from our sight but never from our hearts. Sleep on…
Love From Sean, Glo, Shamere & Shimon
P.S. Please give “Ma”, “Grammy”, “Angie B” an extra special kiss for us until we all meet again! Rest in perfect peace.
A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER JOEY
Joey, as you was affectionately called, you had a heart of gold especially for the less fortunate. You were the best seafood chef, a true lover of fashion, golden oldies, and a good time. You took pride in everything you received, big or small, and always made sure to share it with others. Your generosity wasn’t just a habit; it was who you were.
You nicknamed me “Hillary Clinton” and “Margaret Thatcher.”
While I may not have matched your strength or quick witty spirit, you were indeed a blessing to your family and friends . You lived life on your own terms, fierce, proud, and unapologetically you. Jo, you did it your way.
You adored your grands and great-grands. Nothing lit you up more than hearing about Parker and Paityn their school days, swimming , and all the little joys in between. Your love for them was unwavering.
You will be missed at all the family gatherings , your laughter, the stories, it wont be the same without you.
Your spirit was bold, your love deep, your laughter infectious. Rest easy, Jo Jo, until we meet again.
You lived, you loved, you cooked with joy. Your voice, a melody. Your hands, never still.
In every laugh, a memory.
Take your eternal rest. love, Reds Bostwick
A TRIBUTE TO GRAMMY JOEY,
You were a force of nature—strong, no-nonsense, and unwavering in your devotion. As a wife, you stood steadfast; as a Grammy, you were a fierce protector, with an equally fierce tongue. Your legacy is one of resilience and tenderness—a beautiful balance of strength and kindness that defined everything you did.
It’s hard to find words for what this loss has felt like. It still feels unreal that you’re no longer here in the physical. The regular phone calls shared every week over the past few years will certainly be missed.
But even now, we feel your presence. When you passed, the skies wept for two days, and then the sun broke through— brighter than ever—and the birds sang louder. That was a sign that you made it safely home to God.
We will forever cherish the laughter, the lessons, and the unwavering love you gave. You prayed for us, encouraged us, and never hesitated to remind us how much you loved us. That will stay with us always.
Rest in peace, Grammy Joey.
Your love endures, and your memory is forever stitched into the fabric of who we are.
God has you in His keeping, but we have you in our hearts.
With all our love, Petra, Peter, and your “Mille the Model,” Ashaki
To the love of my life, I will miss you always. You were always there for me and my girls. I love you.
Rest in peace my darling.
My mother
Love and miss you dearly.
Lil Paul
TO MY MOM:
My mother brought light and laughter into every moment we shared.
Her warmth, her humor, and her love have left a lasting mark on my heart.
We shared many good times; no one could tell a story like “Joe” or whip up a meal like her.
Her love didn’t require a constant presence—it was simply there.
Rest peacefully; I will always love you.
Your son, Ritchie
In Memoriam
JOHN ALFRED STYLES
January 15th,1920- December 18th,1997
CHARLES CHOBBINS STYLES
March 20th,1931- July 27th,1986
August 2nd,1945- October 18th, 2017
December 17th,1921- June 4th,1967
ANGELA MARGUERITE BRATHWAIT
December 14th,1933-July 22nd,2013
November 15th, 1947-June 27th, 2018
December 9th,1952- May 17th,2011
October
NEPHEW- BRYAN ARLINGTON CECIL WRIGHT
CYNTHIA IRENE WRIGHT
NIECE- RENNE VALERIA HANNA
NEPHEW-ROBYN ADRIAN WRIGHT
BROTHER OSWALD BURKE STYLES
20th,1923- December 18th,1988
Message of Gratitude
The family of the late Joann Margaret Major would like to extend our deepest thanks for your kind expressions of sympathy, love, and support during this time of loss. Your presence, prayers, and comforting words have meant so much to us.
With sincere appreciation, The Family of Joann Margaret Major
PALLBEARERS
Paul Major Jr.
Patrick Bowe
Peter Marshall
Wayne Farrah
Darren Wright Sr. Edon Bowe
Richard Fox
Rashied Fox
HONORARY PALLBEARERS
Paul Major Sr.
Dillon Burrows
Sean Brathwaite Fr. DeAngelo Bowe
Neil Wright
Herbert Styles
Funeral Service Entrusted To:
Roy Adams
Tel: 394-BOOK (2665)
Mobile: (242) 818-3478
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