January 8, 1928 – May 2, 2021
MaryJo McIntosh, age 93, of Merritt Island, Florida passed away on Sunday, May 2, 2021. MaryJo was born January 8, 1928.
A visitation gathering for MaryJo will be held Friday, May 7, 2021 from 3:00 PM to 4:00 PM at Wylie-Baxley Funeral Home, Merritt Island, Florida, followed by a celebration of life at 4:00 PM.
Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.wyliebaxleymerrittisland.com for the McIntosh family.
Friday, May 7, 2021
Celebration of Life
Friday, May 7, 2021
May 14, 2021
MaryJo was a bright spot at Cedar Creek. Until recently you would always find her in the lobby or the hall saying hi to everyone with a beautiful smile and saying what a good day it was going to be. You could count on her to bring a smile to your face no matter what your mood, if you knew her or not. She was simply a lovely soul. When she joined our Bible study, pre-Covid, it was difficult for her to see or hear what was said, yet she always chimed in with the most appropriate scripture and/or recollection of a biblical incident or one from her own life.
The day before her passing, I stopped in her doorway and marveled at this lovely lady enjoying her music (which was always playing). Her eyes were closed, her arms were raised to the heavens and she was sometimes swaying with the music - almost as if she was already communicating with the angels she was about to join.
MaryJo, I’m so glad you now can see God & join the Angel Choir. We love & miss you here.
May 11, 2021
Every Monday and Tuesday for the last two years Mary Jo and I spent time together. I called her trouble and even got her a hat to match. She was so
Proud when she gave that hat to her grandson. We shared many stories and she always spoke of Bruce . I will more that miss her each time I walk pass her door. On to a new adventure Maryjo ❤️
May 6, 2021
So many memories Mack.... first that popped in my head is you and I surfing all day and you stopping to call your mom (no cell phones) and 'place a food order'... rice a roni with cheese. And it was ready when we got there. Most of those days were followed by us going to my parents house and eating again, always competing to see who could eat more. It hurt to stand up.