Joyce Violet Bunnell, (nee Hietala), 83, of Waukegan, IL, passed away on March 31, 2018. She was born on May 7, 1934, and was the 4th of 12 children born to Emil and Helen (Nykanen) Hietala. Joyce was educated in the Poplar, WI school system and graduated from Northwestern High School in Maple, WI in 1952. She began her working career at the North Shore Railroad, then worked as a cashier for several years before retiring from the Disbursing Office at the Great Lakes Naval Station in 1998. Joyce was a quick wit and an avid Green Bay Packers fan. She is survived by her husband, Albert of 65 years. She is also survived by 3 sons, Roger, Dean, (Barb), and Jim, (Sherrie), 6 grandchildren, Dena, Marina, Kyle, Dustin, Kendall and Kalen, 5 great grandchildren, Vincent, Dylan, Elizabeth, Ava, and Alysia. Also surviving are 4 sisters, Ethel Hoover of New Brighton, MN, Belinda Pearson of Cadillac, MI, June Endres, of Grayslake, IL, and Lorraine, (Frank), Rukavena of Fairchild, WI. Also surviving are several nieces, nephews, and cousins. Joyce was preceded in death by her parents Emil and Helen Hietala, 3 brothers, Toivo, (Joan), Stanley, (Gail), and Dale, 4 sisters, Phyllis, (Dale), Leinonen, Carolyn Walizak, Gloria Jean Hietala, Gail Richton, a nephew Jeffrey Hoover, 2 brothers-in-law, Les Hoover and Laverne Pearson. Special thank you to Heartland Hospice for their tender care of our beloved wife and mother. Congdon Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements. Internment will be private.
I Am Standing Upon The Seashore. I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone" Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me -- not in her. And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone," there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" And that is dying... Death comes in its own time, in its own way. Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it. ~ Henry Van Dyke