The community of Monroeville is collectively mourning the loss of a cherished friend and family member, Robert John Joyce, age 73, who peacefully passed away on February 8, 2024, after a courageous battle with multiple myeloma cancer. Known for his warm spirit, love for gem mining, and skilled craftsmanship in jewelry-making, Robert, affectionately known as Bob, has left an enduring legacy of love, family, and camaraderie. In a heartfelt announcement, it was shared that Bob was not just a longtime customer but a friend who evolved into family over the years.
A gentle soul with a passion for gem mining and jewelry-making, Bob’s presence will be deeply missed. The announcement reflects the sentiment of the community, expressing the difficulty of no longer seeing him come through the doors. In paying tribute to this cherished friend, the community hopes to find solace in the shared memories and the spirit of gem mining that Bob so dearly loved.
A Life in Retrospect: The Journey of Robert John Joyce
Born on March 16, 1950, to James G. and Florence M. Joyce in Pittsburgh, Bob’s journey through life was marked by notable milestones and meaningful connections. After graduating from Carrick High School in 1968, he answered the call to serve his country and was drafted into the Army, working in communications.
Following his military service, Bob joined the Carpenters Union, Local 230, where he dedicated over 30 years to his craft as a carpenter. His commitment and hard work were exemplified in his contributions to the union, culminating in his retirement in 2007. With newfound free time, Bob embraced his passions and reveled in spending quality moments with his family.
A Lifelong Love Story: Bob and Linda’s Adventures
In 1972, fate brought Bob and Linda Leigh LaVecchia Joyce together, and in 1973, they embarked on the journey of marriage. Over 50 years of shared adventures, Bob and Linda cultivated a love story that withstood the test of time. Two children, Jake and Jacky, enriched their lives, and the family expanded with the addition of grandchildren, Addilyn and Brayden. As the community mourns the loss of Robert John Joyce, they do so with gratitude for the legacy he leaves behind. A devoted husband, father, grandfather, and friend, Bob’s memory will be eternally cherished. His willingness to lend a hand, his infectious laughter, and the enduring friendships he cultivated along the way will live on in the hearts of all those who loved him.
Passions and Pastimes: Bob’s Diverse Hobbies
Bob’s life was a tapestry of diverse interests and hobbies. An avid woodsman, he found solace in hunting and observing nature. His hands were skilled not only in carpentry but also in gardening, woodworking, and the art of jewelry-making. Bob’s creativity extended to crafting jewelry, a passion that brought joy to him and those fortunate enough to receive his handmade treasures. Sportsmanship ran deep in Bob’s veins, as he attended numerous sporting events for his children and grandchildren, cheering them on with unwavering support. The outdoors held a special place in his heart, evident in his love for gem mining, rock-hounding, and camping trips with friends. Bob’s camp in the mountains, affectionately known as “the farm,” became a cherished retreat for relaxation and family bonding.
A Man of Compassion: Bob’s Love for Animals and People
Bob’s compassion extended to the animal kingdom, and throughout his life, he shared his home with beloved pets. From Dana the horse to dogs named Blaze, Pork Chop, Choco, Breeze, and Sky, and various pet birds, Bob’s love for animals was evident. Vacations at the Outer Banks held a special allure for Bob, where he enjoyed fishing with his grandchildren, lounging at the beach, and savoring the sunshine.
Known for his affable nature, Bob had a genuine knack for making friends wherever he went. A testament to his character, he was remembered for his willingness to lend a hand and the ease with which he formed lasting connections. Bob’s signature phrase, “it is what it is,” became a comforting mantra that echoed through the memories of those who knew him.
