Joan H. Weeks

Joan H Weeks, 91yrs young,beloved mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister and aunt was called home by her heavenly Father on May 30,2019. Joan was born in the Bronx, N.Y. to the late Walter and Kathryn Hagan on August 19,1927.She resided there until moving to Staten Island, N.Y as a young child. She graduated from Curtis H.S. and then Notre Dame Academy, now St Johns University, where she earned a BA degree. She then married the love of her life, Dustin Weeks who predeceased her in 1981. Joan loved children; her own , her grandson ,those she taught , and her greatest joy ,her three great-grandchildren who she felt privileged to have helped care for. Joan taught 3rd grade students at Blessed Sacrament elementary school on Staten Island for 23yrs until her retirement at age 62.She often spoke of her favorite places, Lake George N.Y. where she frequently vacationed and Palm Coast ,Fl where she resided for thirteen years. She enjoyed music ,especially Broadway Musicals and the recordings of Michael Crawford ,Elvis Presley ,and Barbara Streisand. She was an avid football fan ,following the careers of Dan Marino and Peyton Manning , her favorite Quarterbacks .In her spare time she enjoyed reading ,baking, and caring for her beautiful African Violets .Joan is survived by her son Walter Weeks of Staten Island ,Daughter Barbara Stewart (Bob) of Hollywood FL ,Grandson Stefan Weeks (Kim) and Great-Grandchildren Avery, Austin, and Aaralyn of Palm Coast ,FL ,her sisters Barbara Clinton (Joe) of Waldwick ,N. J. and Patricia Speede of Mt Kisco N.Y.as well as numerous nieces, nephews , cousins, and dear friends. Joan will be missed by all those whose lives she touched .Rest in peace. Much love .Until we meet again.

Safely Home

I am home in heaven, dear ones;

oh, so happy and so bright!

There is a perfect joy and

beauty in the everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over,

every restless tossing passed;

I am now at peace forever,

safely home in heaven at last.

There is work still waiting for you,

so you must not idly stand,

do it now, while life remaineth–

you shall rest in God’s own land.

When that work is all completed,

He will gently call you home;

oh, the rapture of that meeting

oh, the joy to see you come!