ROSHAWN GARBUTT
A celebration of Life for Our Devoted Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Sister, Auntie and Friend.
Joanne Holt Born into the world: April 16, 1949. Born Into Enternal Rest: February 2, 2022.
Joanne Holt was born on April 16, 1949, in Los Angeles, California. Too proud parents James Henry Young and Pearline Rebecca Young. Joanne was the fourth born of 14 children. Joanne accepted Christ in her life at an early age. She was of Christian faith. She attended West Angeles Church of God in Christ – cathedral. Her faith in Christ was fore-most in her life. Joanne obtained her education in Los Angeles unified school District. Joanne was a homemaker most of her married years but did obtain her Certified Nurse Assistant Certification and worked as a CNA for disabled children. Joanne had the abundance of love and compassion for children. She loved babysitting and assisted raising family members children on her side of the family and her husband side of the family. Joanne was married to Jerry Holt for 46 years until Jerry made his transition to heaven July 5, 2010. They will now meet again in heaven. Joanne had three children Jerry Holt (first born) Dana Holt and only daughter Roshawn Garbutt. Joanne pride and Joy was her grandchildren and great grandchildren.
De’Marrie (first born), Shyreka, Valerie, Shavay, Keyana, Shawn, Devion, Lamont, Christopher, Donte and Jordan. Great Grandchildren: Anaya (first born), Dylan, Aleenah, Alexus, Aaliyah, Cameron, Kai and Carmela. Siblings: Bobbie, Doris, James Jr, Juanita, Raymond, Elaine, Anthony, Kenny, Loretta, Michelle, Sharon, Demetrius and Laron. Sister-in-laws: Cassie Mae, Vanessa, Mae, Mavis and Leann. Brother in laws: James, Mickey and Darren. And a Host of nieces and nephews.
Poem: Miss Me, But Let Me Go:
“ 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 down low, remember the love that we once shared, miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone, it is part of the Master’s plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to Friends we know, and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss Me, But Let Me Go.
Joanne Holt Born into the world: April 16, 1949. Born Into Enternal Rest: February 2, 2022.
Joanne Holt was born on April 16, 1949, in Los Angeles, California. Too proud parents James Henry Young and Pearline Rebecca Young. Joanne was the fourth born of 14 children. Joanne accepted Christ in her life at an early age. She was of Christian faith. She attended West Angeles Church of God in Christ – cathedral. Her faith in Christ was fore-most in her life. Joanne obtained her education in Los Angeles unified school District. Joanne was a homemaker most of her married years but did obtain her Certified Nurse Assistant Certification and worked as a CNA for disabled children. Joanne had the abundance of love and compassion for children. She loved babysitting and assisted raising family members children on her side of the family and her husband side of the family. Joanne was married to Jerry Holt for 46 years until Jerry made his transition to heaven July 5, 2010. They will now meet again in heaven. Joanne had three children Jerry Holt (first born) Dana Holt and only daughter Roshawn Garbutt. Joanne pride and Joy was her grandchildren and great grandchildren.
De’Marrie (first born), Shyreka, Valerie, Shavay, Keyana, Shawn, Devion, Lamont, Christopher, Donte and Jordan. Great Grandchildren: Anaya (first born), Dylan, Aleenah, Alexus, Aaliyah, Cameron, Kai and Carmela. Siblings: Bobbie, Doris, James Jr, Juanita, Raymond, Elaine, Anthony, Kenny, Loretta, Michelle, Sharon, Demetrius and Laron. Sister-in-laws: Cassie Mae, Vanessa, Mae, Mavis and Leann. Brother in laws: James, Mickey and Darren. And a Host of nieces and nephews.
Poem: Miss Me, But Let Me Go:
“ 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 down low, remember the love that we once shared, miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone, it is part of the Master’s plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to Friends we know, and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss Me, But Let Me Go.
