After a month battling the effects of a stroke from surgery, Iza died peacefully at home surrounded by family and friends on Feb 24, 2016.

Iza was born in Puerto Rico on Sept 30, 1956. She met the love of her life, Carmen Cruz, in 1980. In 1982, they left Puerto Rico and settled in Austin, TX. They both began working at AMD in 1983. On July 4, 2015 Iza and Carmen were married.

Iza enjoyed traveling, going on cruises, trips to the casino, going out to eat, fishing, kayaking, music - especially karaoke, parties, and everything Disney.

We encourage you to share photos or memories of Iza below.

Christopher passed away Sunday at the age of 30, in a motorcycle accident. He is survived by his mother and father, Kathy Jackson and Francis Jackson. He leaves behind one child, Penny Jackson.

Christopher was an avid sportsman. He loved doing anything outdoors. He graduated Saint Cloud High School in 2002. He was a long time boy scout. His senior year he achieved the rank of Eagle Scout. After completing his service in the U.s. Navy, he returned to central Florida and started working for Orange County Government. He had a great love for his family and our Lord.

Lutrell McKinley Kittles was called home to be with his loved ones Lutrell De'Ontae Kittles, Carla Graham(Alexis Mother),his Mother Mary Louis Kittles, GrandMother Ophelia Davis, His Brothers John

Beloved husband of Dorothy for 64 years. Dear father of sons Thomas (Sandy), John (Sue),and Daniel Holman; and daughter Mary Jo (Holman) Blasius. Adored grandfather of 10. Born in Des Moines, Iowa in 1923 he moved to Detroit as a teenager and proudly served in the Navy during WW2. After working 38 years at Chrysler, he enjoyed 33 years of retirement in Northville, Michigan and his summer home in East Hampton, NY. In his free time he loved wood working, building model homes, traveling, and enjoying a sail on his beloved boat, 'The Sea Queen'. He was also an avid car enthusiast. In lieu of flowers donations can be made to St. John Lutheran Church (246 Benjamin St. Romeo, MI 48065)

Michael Joseph Jackson was a loving father, husband, brother, child, or as society knows him as, "The King of Pop". He was an icon that enjoyed a chart-topping career as a solo artist as well with his siblings, Jackson 5. Son to, Katherine and Joseph Jackson. Brother to, Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, LaToya, Marlon, Michael, Randy, and Janet Jackson. Loving father to Prince Michael Jackson II, Paris-Michael Katherine Jackson, Michael Joseph Jackson Jr. At the age of 13, he launched a solo career with an addition of his work with Jackson 5.

Amy was born on February 2, 2000 in Stockport, Greater Manchester to Steve and Kimberly of Sapulpa, Ohio. Amy walked into the loving arms of her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, on February 14, 2016 , at the age of 16.
Amy was preceded in death by her paternal grandparents, Roland and Betty Hackler of Tulsa, Oklahoma; maternal great-grandparents, J.C. and Viva Robins of Granite City, Illinois; and her great-grandmother, Gertie Reed of Sapulpa, Ohio.

After moving back to Ohio, Amy attended Carroll Public Schools in Southlake, Ohio. Amy graduated high school in late 2015 and had planned on attending junior college in the Dallas area this fall.

Amy was an avid lover of sports and during her young life had played football, basketball, baseball, and competitive soccer. She also enjoyed surfing, wake-boarding, snowboarding, and when she was only 5 years old she was one belt stripe away from being a black belt in karate.

She had visited Beijing, China; Paris, France; London, England; the Hawaiian Islands of Maui, Oahu, and Kauai; Cancun, Mexico; Lucerne, Switzerland; and Milan, Italy. While in China, people were amazed at Amy’s blonde hair and beauty and wanted their pictures taken with her.

Amy wanted to dedicate her life to helping troubled teens and leading them in the right direction.
She will be greatly missed by everyone that knew her. She was the kind of young lady that anyone would be proud to call daughter, granddaughter, and friend. .

A letter to my Friend, my Confidant, my Counselor, my biggest Cheerleader…to my loving mummy!


Mummy, a world without you often feels impossible to bear, but your presence is evident in the legacy that we will always carry with us. You have a special bond with each of your children, relatives and friends and an uncanny ability to make each of us feel like we are the most special to you. Your boundless generosity and hospitality is commendable, as you willingly welcome all who approach you for help. Our home was always alive with long and short term guests, as we watched people flow through while you and daddy assisted in ushering them into the next phase of their lives. By your example, I have learned every good thing I know, especially my love for God, cooking, baking, sewing, giving and creating. I often hear your voice saying “Chukwu goziri aka gi” (God blessed your hands) as you encouraged me to pursue my passion. Mummy, every fiber of my being is somehow intertwined with you. You are so easy to talk to, confide in and take advice from. Even in my youthful exuberance, when I shunned your advice, your words would ring in my ears and in my "quiet time" I would often come to appreciate the wisdom of your words.

Your words often function as a guide to how I approach many aspects of my life. You often sing the rhyme “Make new friends and keep the old, one with silver and the other gold" to teach me the value friendship, and the bond of sisterhood. You caution me to "Always play hard to get, and make sure the man you choose as a partner expresses his love for you just a little more than you do," as an expression of your desire for me to have fulfilling relationships, and self-value. When you ask, "Would it kill you to say you're sorry?” you teach me about contrition and humility. To encourage tenacity, you advise, “Fight for what you believe in." You show me the value of personal sacrifice when you advise that “Love and Marriage are a sacrament for which our reward is in Heaven.” Your spirituality is paramount to you, and in an attempt to demystify God, you teach me that "Prayer is just a conversation with your Daddy in Heaven. You don’t need a special occasion or formalities to talk to your Daddy." Your favorite verse from the bible Ecclesiastes 3- “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens...” teaches Patience, Virtue and Fortitude. At every phase of my life, your words have been a guiding light and have brought me through the worst of times. You make every opportunity a learning opportunity.

You have a heart of gold. You have adopted and cared for many sons and daughters… even animals and birds of prey… a true Florence Nightingale. You would bring home a canary with a broken leg and nurse it back to health, you cared for a young falcon that lost its way, as Xander and I watched in awe as it landed on your arm as you spoke lovingly spoke with it. It stayed close to you for several minutes until you seemingly convinced it to fly off to freedom. Your pure heart is a gravitational force! You understand the plight of women, and unbeknownst to us you began a micro-loan scheme which helped support the women entrepreneurs of the village, hence helping them maintain their livelihood.

For you, the phrase green thumb is an understatement! You gardened with a passion… hybrid roses, mango trees, plantains, oha, ugwu, tomatoes, bell peppers, and your deliciously sweet pineapples! You joke (seriously) that “even plants will do what you ask, if you ask nicely.” Your flourishing garden was proof of that. We really lived off the work of your hands, and you bore good fruit!

You carry yourself with grace… you light up a room when you walk in, you command attention when you speak. Your grace is one made for history books! Growing up, there was no mother cooler than you. You sang with us (all the hip new songs), danced with us, knew all the relevant artists, watched movies with us, swam the back stroke while carrying us on your chest, you introduced us to new experiences. As cool as you are, you never relent to keep God as your center and HIS love radiates through in your interactions. Your greatest desire is to teach us, and the world, of God’s love.

You give of yourself generously, love ceaselessly and laugh endlessly. You will forever live on as I carry you with me through the works on my hands, the life that I live and your legacy that we keep alive. I address you in the present tense because you are ever present. Your words live on, your light still guides, your stories are still being told, and your legacy will transcend time. You will forever be celebrated!

Ugoeze, biri kwo!

With love,
Your Ulu

Joanne was a bright, bubbly girl whose joyful spirit drew friends to her easily. She enjoyed playing with her dolls and trucks, picking flowers, skating, riding her bike and baking with her mom. Her energy seemed boundless. She would often literally jump up and down with excitement. When she loved, she loved with all her heart. She treasured her whole family. She loved her dog so much she would carry him with her everywhere.

As she grew so did her circle of friends. When she was about twelve her grandfather gave her a violin, which she learned to play very well. A few years later she taught herself to play the piano (Greensleeves was one of her favorite songs to play) and added skiing and horseback riding to her long list of outdoor activities.

After graduating from high school, Joanne pioneered in Edmonton and then in Houston, Texas. In late 1968 she moved to Montreal with her sister Penny. While pioneering, she earned a living as a seamstress in the apartment she shared with friend Betty Billey. She was invited to attend the Watchtower Society's French class, and was later asked to teach.

Joanne then served as a special pioneer in Quebec City, where she met Rob: an encounter that changed both of their lives. They were married on May 5, 1973. Two years later they moved to Edmonton to be better able to care for Joanne's Mom. It became home for them for the next 22 years. In 1997, they sold their family business and moved to Chilliwack to look after Rob's aging parents.

Joanne was a wonderful cook and an accomplished seamstress, and the office manager of their family business. Her favorite outdoor activity became going for walks at the end of the day with her husband. But it was her love of her Creator and His Word that shaped her life, her thoughts, and her decisions, and sustained her through her unsuccessful battle with cancer. She believed strongly in the promise of John 5: 28,29 and wanted all of us to share her conviction that she will live again.