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HOME GOING CELEBRATION FOR

JOCKEEM

JAMAL MISSICK

SUNRISE: June 21, 1999

SUNSET: February 8, 2024

SERVICE HELD

Salem Baptist Church Grand Turk

March 23, 2024

OFFICIATING: Rev. Dr. Learoy Campbell

INTERMENT: Grand Turk Public cemetery

Jockeem Jamal Missick was born on June 21st, 1999, to Ketia Malcolm and Joseph Missick. He spent the early years of his life in West Road with his parents and younger siblings. During his childhood, Jockeem developed a passion for playing video games that he carried throughout his life.

Jockeem attended the Precious Jewels daycare, where he was under the care of teacher Janice Glinton. He later transitioned to Newman Preparatory School, now known as Faith Preparatory School. At Newman, he was under the care of Mrs. Kerr, the principal, Mrs. Wendy Carol Butters, the teacher, and Ms. Vivan, the school cleaner and cook. Jockeem grew up with and socialized well with Brittany Been, Riley Freites, William, Jerrika & Shermal Francis, and Daunte & DeAndre Brown, who were his first set of close friends.

In 2011, Jockeem began his secondary level studies at H.J Robinson High School. At H.J Robinson, he excelled in Mathematics and English and made numerous bonds with his classmates. To name a few, Jockeem quickly became the best of friends with Newman Moore, Widlere Pierre, and Widlyn Aristil. He also had a catchphrase with Widlyn (Stunna), “You could put that on TMZ” that they used whenever they had a great time together.

Jockeem graduated from H.J Robinson High School in 2016 and tried to pursue a degree in Business Management at the Turks and Caicos Islands Community College. However, he decided to put his educational aspirations on hold and entered the workforce. Jockeem was employed at Flo Rida watersports up Carnival and Sunny Foods as a food stocker before he moved to Providenciales.

In April 2021, Jockeem relocated to Providenciales, where he worked in the watersports department at Beaches Resorts. He worked with the resort for

nine months before he embarked on a fulfilling career with the Turks and Caicos Islands Government (TCIG) within the D.E.C.R department. Jockeem excelled and made a lasting impact with his hard work and dedication. He was always inquisitive whenever training opportunities arose within the department. He was also given the opportunity to study Marine Biology abroad on behalf of the department to become qualified in certain areas, but unfortunately, he never went through with it.

In August 2023, Jockeem relocated back to Grand Turk and resided with his mother and siblings. Jockeem and his younger sister Jolissia became their nephew’s babysitter whenever their sister Jokeia had to make errands or go to school in the evenings. Jockeem was a family-oriented person who always showed love and concern for his family.

Jockeem had a great love for spending quality time with his family and playing dominoes. He was quite competitive and enjoyed talking trash while playing. When he wasn’t playing dominoes, he would spend time on his Mama’s front porch, which they affectionately called “the porch.” It was a special place where they could unwind, converse, and catch up with each other. Moreover, Jockeem was not a good singer, but he had a soft corner for karaoke. Despite his lack of talent, he still enjoyed singing along with friends and family.

However, on February 8th, 2024, Jockeem’s life was tragically taken away from him while watching the H.J Robinson high school sports with his coworkers. His sudden and untimely death shocked and saddened his family and friends, who were devastated by the loss of such a kind and caring person.

Jockeem’s legacy lives on through the memories he created with his infectious laughter, caring heart, and unwavering loyalty. He was a dedicated brother, a loyal friend, and always willing to lend a helping hand whenever it was needed. Jockeem touched the hearts of all who knew him with his kind spirit and adventurous nature, inspiring those around him to embrace each day with joy and gratitude. His memory will continue to inspire and uplift those who were touched by his presence

LEFT TO CHERISH HIS MEMORIES:

MOTHER: Ketia Malcolm

FATHER: Joseph Missick

SON: Ramiro Keemie Jamir Missick

SPECIAL MOTHER: Margarita Mojica

GRANDMOTHER: Sarah Williams

GREAT GRANDMOTHER: Theoline Pierre Louis

GOD PARENTS: Kirkley Parker Snr. & Rose Missick

SISTERS: Jokeia & Keleia Missick

BROTHERS: Jerreal, Joseph Jr (Jonard) & Joemard Missick

NEPHEW: Kaiden Missick

AUNTS: Tracey Williams-Parker, Yvonne Thomas, Angela Williams, Angelina Malcom-Alcius, Lucinda Brown & Monique St - Juste

GRAND AUNTS: Evelyn Simmons, Osetta Clarke (Deceased), Marie Carmel Williams, Ermise Hawkins, Betty Missick - Francis & Olga Capron

UNCLES: Deno & Greg Williams, Charlotte & Dudley Malcolm, Schiller St - Juste

GRAND UNCLES: Eric Simmons, Aubrey Capron, Johnson Capron, Albert Capron Jr., & Charles Frisner

COUSINS: Kirkley Parker Jr, Adrian Parker, Kirktrel Parker, Tamia, Gavin, Shamard, Gianna & Skylar Williams, Deandre, D’angelo & Ashley Valerio, Kelano, Kelana & Kenardo Williams, Esmarlin Capron, Escarleen Hernandez, Yanea & Yanelly Thomas, Jada Bain, Kalen, Kelvina, Kiffany, Kanthal, Kalen, Khristianne & Kenny Capron, Chalicia Capron, William & Jerrika Francis, Julien Lewis, Andy Missick, Celine & Cameron Hawkins, Shamaury Fulford, D’Angelique Alcius, D’Angela Malcolm, Schilentz & Manorah St – Juste, Jahlinder, Herlande & Jahlisa Pinder, Jeffery & Jamari Pierre Louis, Myrlande, Mickqwell, Michael & Shawn Parker, Crystal Caley, Patricia, Leroy Snr., Leroy Jnr., Leronique Dunbar, Antonio (Tony), Jaleel Snr., Jaleel Jr., Angelo, Janika, Tony & Anne Clarke, Antranay, Andrew, Enrique, Javari, Antonio Clarke (Pumps), Jarell Clarke (Deceased), Andy Clarke, Dominic Swann Jr, Pamela Clarke, Brandon Williams, Alfred Forbes, Leshaun Missick, Judymae Gibson, Gary and Christi Fulford, Paula Cox, Melvin and Felton Capron, Islyn and Joseph Forbes.

SPECIAL FAMILY & FRIENDS: Ernell Hall, Ms. Peaches, DeAjah Smith, Diane Phanor, Ca’zhi Seymour, Ruby & Robernique Hall, Milnide Belizaire, Stashina Petit, Oprah Inusah, Shania Forbes, Teacher Janice Glinton, Mrs. Mounsey, Jasmin Alexander, Mrs. Kerr, Riley Freites, Mr.

& Mrs. Blythe, DECR Family, Over Back Community, Sunny Foods Family, Raheam & Aaliyah Basden, Hannah Thomas, Talestra Dixon, Chris-Endie & Tayflore Polanco, Darlene Eugene, Loudelene Joseph, Beline Eugene, Sobrina Estime, Dehana Estime, Jessica Lambert, Tanaz Wright, Charissa Hillocks, Tia, Jonathan Lightbourne, Donovan Fulford, Chilenchie Dorneville, Kendrea Gelcius, Kettyana Seymour, Kairo Seymour, Gaynique Simmons (Ann), Kentrelle Prospere, Lyndon Jennings, Jahiem Glinton, De’Andre & Daunte Brown, Ernequa & Keondra Hall, Damia Murray, Widlyn Aristil, Widlere, Evans, Steven & Kevin Pierre, Johnsely Metelus, Zack Metus, Josnel Toussaint, Darrel Alexander, Steven Charles, Lukinson Ledger, Aaron Paulk, Aaron Garland, Cordaro Seymour (Deceased), Loquido Williams, Darrison, Dario, Tevar Patrick, Corell Forbes, Kendra, Newman & Nolan Moore, Kemard Fritz, Natalia Noyes, Elton Dickenson, Leo Joseph, Kennrick Gardiner, Cristofel Torres, Rachel Gardiner, Runeko Durham, Henricko & Henricka Morris, Shakur Seymour, Jimmy Coleman, Keshawn Lightbourne, Kanaz Harvey, Steffon Prospere, David Been, Jonathan Henry, Norven Princima, Wendy Pierre, Jody Williams, Steve Noel, Jaquan Rigby, Patrick Gedeus, Jervaise Campbell & A host of Family & Friends too numerous to mention.

ORDER OF SERVICE

FAMILY PROCESSION

OPENING REMARKS | Rev. Dr. Leoroy Campbell

CONGREGATIONAL HYMN | Blessed Jesus Hold My Hand

As I travel through this pilgrim land

There is a Friend who walks with me

Leads me safely through the sinking sand

It is the Christ of Calvary

This would be my prayer, dear Lord, each day

To help me do the best I can

For I need Thy light to guide me day and night

Blessed Jesus, hold my hand

(Chorus)

Jesus, hold my hand, I need Thee every hour

Through this pilgrim land

Protect me by The power

Hear my feeble plea, plea

O Lord, look down on me, While I kneel in prayer

I hope to meet you there

Blessed Jesus hold my hand

Let me travel in the light divine

That I may see the blessed way

Keep me that I may be wholly Thine And sing redemption’s song some day

I will be a soldier brave and true And ever firmly take a stand

As I onward go and daily meet the foe

Blessed Jesus, hold my hand

When I wander through the valley dim

Toward the setting of the sun

If I a crown of life have won I have put my faith in Thee, dear Lord, That I may reach the golden strand

There’s no other friend on whom I can depend

Blessed Jesus, hold my hand.

OLD TESTAMENT READING | Psalm 8 | Esmarlin Capron (Cousin of the Deceased)

SPECIAL FOR SIBLINGS | Robyn Hinds & Krishanah Williams (Duet)

OPEN TRIBUTES | Graduating Class Of 2016

D.E.C.R Family

Josnel Toussaint (Friend of the Deceased)

ENCOURAGEMENT | Widlyn Aristil (Friend of the Deceased)

REMARKS

OBITUARY | Patricia Dunbar (Cousin of the Deceased)

AS I KNEW HIM | Yvonne Thomas (Cousin of the Deceased)

CONGREGATIONAL HYMN | We Are A Chosen Generation

NEW TESTAMENT READING | Phillipians 4: 4-9 | Angela Williams (Aunt of the Deceased)

SERMON | Rev. Dr. Learoy Campbell

PRAYER FOR FAMILY | Pastor Vernon Malcolm

OFFICIAL REMARKS | Honourable Otis Morris

CLOSING HYMN | It’s Alright Now

There was a time I travelled a lonely sinful road; Beneath a heavy burden bending low;

But now all things are different, since Jesus took my load

It’s alright now, I’m His I know.

(Chorus)

It’s alright now, for I am in my Saviour’s care

It’s alright now; my Saviour hears and answers prayer

He’ll walk with me, (He’ll walk beside me)

Till I climb the heavenly stair, And everything (And everything is alright now)

A’ down a lonely pathway, without a friend to guide, I walked in sin and sorrow all alone

‘Till Jesus came and found me, and drew me to His side; It’s alright now, for I’m His own.

No more in sin I wander, no more in darkness roam

The Lord has placed my feet on higher ground; Each day new heights I’m gaining, my soul is nearing home, It’s alright now, I’m heaven bound.

COMMITTAL SERVICE

OPENING REMARKS | Rev. Dr. Learoy Campbell

HYMN | It is well with my soul

When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul!”

It is well with my soul!

It is well, it is well with my soul!

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

PRAYER

COMMITTAL | Rev. Dr. Learoy Campbell

HYMN | Abide with me

Abide with me! fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings: Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.

BENEDICTION

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought— My sin, not in part, but the whole, Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live; If dark hours about me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

MY JESUS I LOVE THEE

Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign; My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou, If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.

I love Thee, because Thou hast first loved me, And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree; I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.

I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath; And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow, If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.

In ages eternal of endless delight

I’ll ever adore Thee in glory so bright;

I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow, If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.

THE EASTERN GATE

1 I will meet you in the morning, Just inside the Eastern Gate; Then be ready, faithful pilgrim, Lest with you it be too late.

Refrain:

I will meet you, I will meet you

Just inside the Eastern Gate over there; I will meet you, I will meet you, I will meet you in the morning over there.

If you hasten off to glory, Linger near the Eastern Gate, For I’m coming in the morning; So you’ll not have long to wait. [Refrain]

Keep your lamps all trimmed and burning; For the Bridegroom watch and wait; He’ll be with us at the meeting

Just inside the Eastern Gate. [Refrain]

Oh, the joys of that glad meeting

With the saints who for us wait!

What a blessed, happy meeting

Just inside the Eastern Gate! [Refrain]

TO OUR BROTHER

In the tapestry of life, you were our shining star, Jockeem Jamal Missick, near or far.

Your laughter filled the air, like a sweet melody, In every moment, your love set us free.

Though you left this world too soon, In our hearts, you forever bloom. Your smile, a beacon, guiding our way, Through every dawn, through every day.

On that bright sports day, tragedy struck, But in our memories, you’ll forever tuck.

For you were more than a fleeting moment, You were love incarnate, never to be forgotten.

So spread your wings, fly high and free, Like an eagle soaring over the sea. Know that our love, like a river, flows, In every breeze, in every rose.

To our beloved Jockeem, from us to you, In the skies above, in the ocean blue, Your legacy lives on, in hearts so true, Forever cherished, forever anew.

Love, Your brothers & Sisters.

Iknow you can hear me way up in heaven because we talk through our hearts.

Dear Daddy in heaven I miss you every day and I know you miss me too.

No matter how old I get or how long you’re gone, I hear you, Daddy, up in heaven through the love in my heart.

Love your son, Ramiro.

In the arms of time, my precious Joekeem, A grandson’s love, a grandmother’s dream. You know, my dear, how mama loves you so, Through every laughter, every tide, and flow.

I reminisce those days of playful glee, When you and Kj would argue with glee, About who held the title, who wore the crown, Yet in your heart, the favorite you were found.

Like an Uber driver, I’d whisk you away, To school, to home, day by day.

And oh, those cherished trips we’d make, To Peaches restaurant, for goodness’ sake!

From the cradle to the embrace of time, You were mine, a love so sublime. Between your mother’s arms and mine, A bond unbreakable, forever entwined.

Though parting’s sorrow weighs heavy, it’s true, I’m grateful for every moment spent with you. For God’s gracious gift, the time we’ve shared, In my heart, forever cherished, forever cared

So, as you journey forth, my precious one, Know that in my heart, you’ll always belong. You’ve brought such joy, such light, such cheer, And in my love, you’ll forever be near.

Love, mama.

My dearest son, my pride and joy, A father’s love, no measure can employ. In your eyes, I saw my own reflection, A bond so deep, defying all objection.

From the moment you came into my life, A firstborn son, amidst joy and strife, I held you close, with tender care, Dreaming of moments we would share.

Your laughter echoed, like music divine, Each precious moment, a sacred shrine. In your smile, I found my reason to strive, In your presence, I felt truly alive.

But now you’re gone, taken too soon, Lost to violence, under the moon. My heart aches with an unending pain, Yet your memory, like a gentle rain.

I promise, dear son, to stand in the gap, To hold your legacy, like a treasure map. Your son, my grandson, I’ll raise as my own, In your absence, his love will be shown.

Though you’re gone, your spirit remains, In every memory, it sustains. As I gaze upon the stars above, I feel your presence, eternal love.

So, rest now, my son, in heavens embrace, Where pain and sorrow have no place. I’ll carry your memory, deep in my heart, Until we meet again, never part.

Love, Daddy

In the echoes of our memories of Jockeem, we find solace, Our cousin, more than kin, a bond never to abolish. Through the laughter at Mama’s house, our playground, We danced in the rhythm of love, forever profound. Not just cousins, but siblings in spirit we became, Each heartbeat synchronized in a familial flame.

In the tapestry of our lives, you were a vital thread, Now torn away, leaving an ache that cannot be shed. His absence is a void, an organ missing from our soul, The pain cuts deep, making it hard to be whole.

But in the midst of our grief, your spirit still thrives, In the laughter of your son, in the love that survives. We’ll hold your memory close, never letting it fade, In every embrace, in every step we’ve made. For though you may be gone, your love remains, In our hearts, forever, your legacy sustains. Love, Your Cousins

Good morning, church and the wider community of Grand Turk. I would like to encourage the young people that gun violence is destroying our country and causing pain to our families and friends. We expect your generation to set an example and be role models for our future generation by being productive members of society and getting involved with the growth and development of our beautiful Turks and Caicos Islands.

Time and again, we are heartbroken by the News of another gun violence that is affecting our country; part of our healing must be the conviction that we will do everything in our power to keep these tragedies from happening in our beautiful and beloved country. This thing that you young people call beef has to stop between the South and the North. The Grand Turk community is too small for this, and I’m pleading to you all to put an end to it because if it ain’t making you all no dollars, so, therefore, it doesn’t make any sense.

We need you, young men, to help build this country, young people if you offend someone, it is your responsibility to apologize humbly; as it says in proverb 25:15, By long forbearing is a prince persuaded, and a soft tongue break bones, in other words, use patience and kind words when you are confronted with violence and watch the person who is aggressive towards you change his mind right in front of you.

To Jockeem friends, I’m appealing to you to please don’t seek revenge on my son’s death; my family and I will not be pleased with that. We don’t want to remember him that way, and if you all truly love him, you should honor our wishes.

Weak people seek vengeance, strong people forgive, and intelligent people ignore. Use his death to bring about positive changes in your lives. You all cannot continue to go on like this; you must end this nonsense. You all have to control your anger and never make decisions while you’re mad because it clouds your judgment, and you add alcohol and substance to that, thinking that it will drown your anger, but all it does is teach your anger how to swim. In other words, when you are no longer under the influence, you will realize that your problems have become worse.

Young people, listen to me; all I can do is advise you to change your lives and do better; there’s a saying: you can lead a horse to the water, but you cannot make him drink. I’m leading you all to the water drink young people drink. I just want to remind you of these words from 1 Thessalonians 5:15, which reads, see that none render evil for evil unto any man, but ever follow that which is good both among yourselves and to all men.

May these words serve as a beacon of hope and guidance as we navigate the challenges ahead. With faith and hope, Joe, aka Rankin Missick

MESSAGE OF GRATITUDE

We, the family wish to extend our profound appreciation and thanks to those of you who have in one way or another made contributions of time, talent, resources, or any other expression or sympathy during our time of bereavement. We are strengthened daily by the outpouring of love and support that we have received from persons near and far. We ask that you keep us in constant prayer that God will sustain us through this difficult time.