She was born June 28, 1920, in Ross County, to the late James T. and Byrdie A. Schaeffer Hatfield. On May 28, 1941, she married George C. Border who died October 28, 1996.
Surviving are a son, Ronald Border, of Chillicothe; a daughter-in-law, Suzanne Border, of Chillicothe; and several nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by a son, George E. "Jack" Border; an infant son; a brother Rev. J. Darrell Hatfield; and a sister-in-law, Evelyn Hatfield.
At Joyce's request, a private graveside service, with Rev. James McFadden officiating, will be held in Londonderry Cemetery. There will be no calling hours. Arrangements are under the direction of the WARE FUNERAL HOME.
When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little—but not too long, and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that was once shared. Miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone. It's all a part of the master's plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know. Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me, but let me go. Author Unknown
You may sign her online register at www.warefh.com
23 Jan. 2014
She was born June 28, 1920, in Ross County, to the late James T. and Byrdie A. Schaeffer Hatfield. On May 28, 1941, she married George C. Border who died October 28, 1996.
Surviving are a son, Ronald Border, of Chillicothe; a daughter-in-law, Suzanne Border, of Chillicothe; and several nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by a son, George E. "Jack" Border; an infant son; a brother Rev. J. Darrell Hatfield; and a sister-in-law, Evelyn Hatfield.
At Joyce's request, a private graveside service, with Rev. James McFadden officiating, will be held in Londonderry Cemetery. There will be no calling hours. Arrangements are under the direction of the WARE FUNERAL HOME.
When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little—but not too long, and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that was once shared. Miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone. It's all a part of the master's plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know. Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me, but let me go. Author Unknown
You may sign her online register at www.warefh.com
23 Jan. 2014
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