Sarah Hudson Pierce:
Eulogy for Joyce Duke Moore

Joyce Duke Moore

Eulogy for Joyce Duke Moore

August 21, 2010

An angel passed Tuesday!

Her name is Joyce Duke Moore, of Oil City.

Those who know me know Joyce because Joyce touched my life in the most profound way perhaps more than any human being.

She taught me how to think, how to talk and how to love myself unconditionally and not to feel guilty for all of my shortcomings.

When Joyce came into my life, I was 31 years of age and living in Vivian.

Our children went to a small school together, and we became so close that she visited me almost every day. My favorite one-liner was, "If I want Joyce to come, all I have to do is turn the coffee pot on and she would be at my door."

I was so insecure, as a minister's wife, at that time. Having grown up in an orphanage and carrying the weight of being born to a brain-damaged mother was not an easy cross to carry because I felt I was being judged by my unusual background.

What I didn't know, Joyce taught me. I don't even think Joyce really knew what she did for me. I think God used Joyce to teach me so many things.

Joyce taught me that it was OK to open up and talk about my childhood. What shocked me was how she came back again and again after I spoke openly about the hurt in my childhood. I thought I had to keep that hidden beneath my mask along with my darkly dyed hair that I began dying when I was 21 due to my premature silver hair.

Joyce taught me!

Joyce taught me that God is real and that he lives and moves and dwells in our very being.

She taught me that we are already in heaven though walking on this Earth.

Joyce taught me that "you get what you say!" With each passing day, this philosophy impregnates my life more deeply as I only say what I want to happen. (My main mission in life has become to share this philosophy with others because what we say makes all the difference in what we receive within this life and beyond.)

Joyce gave so much of herself and will live on forever in my heart and in the people I am able to touch through what she did for me and continues to do today.

I spoke with her daughter-in-law Mae Moore on Monday and told her how I felt.

Joyce was a real person and, for that, I am grateful.

Oh, and one thing more: Joyce even ran for mayor of Vivian back in 1982, I believe. Of course, she lost but gave it her all-time best.

Joyce taught me that if I want something to happen to just begin thanking God in advance. It took me more than 30 years to learn this lesson. It was only when a dear family member was having problems that I forced my mouth to say "Thank you, God, for helping my child!" After I began saying these words before the blessing came, I felt a tremendous load lifted and I called my son and he said, "Mom, I don't know what happened but it is like a miracle occurred."

Sarah Hudson Pierce

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