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Joyce Young
1954-2008
53 years young

JOYCE YOUNG Joyce Evelyn Young, 53, of Henderson, passed away Sunday, March 2, 2008. She was born March 3, 1954 in Boston, and resided in Henderson for 35 years. Joyce was a case worker for the state government. Joyce is survived by her daughters, Eva Young-McAdams, Caroline Falco and Virginia Young, all of Henderson; son, Damian Falco of Henderson; stepmother, Julie Cohan of Whidbey Island, Wash.; brother, Wayne Cohan of North Carolina; and two grandchildren. Memorial service will be at 4 p.m. Wednesday, March 5, at Palm Mortuary, 800 S. Boulder Highway.

On March 2nd 2008, at 1:55 my mother finally gave in to what had been a long and very exhausting battle against lung cancer. It had started over 2 years ago and had done some odd things during the battle. having been fought and gone in to remission, to having moved then and taken up residency in her brain. It soon however, moved back in to her lungs. For 2 long years my mother fought non-stop at doing everything medically possible to kill this beast. But after all that time, as most people would agree, it just seemed to never end. The harder she fought, the stronger the cancer got and it was becoming a race she could no longer keep ahead in.

Around 2:15 am that morning, I received a phone call from my sisters' husband, informing me of our mothers passing, Having left work, hurried home, got my family, our grandmother and raced down there. It still seemed very surreal that this was really happening. Sitting there, talking, holding her hand, just looking at her it was as if we were all really just waiting for her to jump up, say BOO ha, I got ya..and then laugh because damn it she had gotten us all thee at the same time.

I think what bothers me the most, or scares me the most about it all .. is earlier that day, I had decided for myself and for her that Needed to give her permission to go. To go home, be with my dad, her mother and her father, and all of her friends who have been waiting for her. Of course, I didn't think it would be the last time I would get to talk to her while she was still alive and when i had been alone with her in the room, I had even asked her if I could take it all back. that I really didn't' mean it and that now she could come back and be that normal pain in the butt mom she had been for like ever.

But it wasn't meant to be. She lived a long life, one with a lot of heartache, as well as with a lot of love. My brother and my two sisters a long with me, are going to miss her so much, I really don't know if there is truly any way I can write it any better then that to explain it. She was my best friend, the only one I knew I could talk to for hours on end and still laugh over the same stupid shit atleast 20 times before we decided to hang up. and that was usually because either my phone was fixin' to die or her ear had gone numb and she had to go pee.

I will never forget you, and I will never stop missing you. For you were my mother and my best friend and no, there will never be another to take that place. Thank you for everything that you did for me, and I do hope that I at some point made you proud of what I have done.

I love you Mommy!