JOHN WAYNE JOYCE

was a devoted adoring husband, a prince of a Dad to five daughters, a proud grandfather, a brother, a mentor, a loyal friend, a pilot with more than 2500 hours of flying time, a golfer, a student of World War II, an unwavering Razorback fan, a traveler of Arkansas back roads and French countryside, a lover of the desert Southwest, and a jogger/walker extraordinaire who logged enough miles to circle the earth. He was humble, authentic and kind. Salty language was his friend. John was born October 22, 1935 in Fort Smith, Ark., to John Willis and Wilma Davis Joyce. He graduated from Little Rock High in 1953, attended the University of Arkansas, and received his medical degree from UAMS. He served as a Captain and flight surgeon in the Air Force in Lincoln, Neb., and Ft. Worth, Tex. After the Air Force, he pursued a radiology residency at UAMS and went into private practice with Radiology Consultants, where he worked for 30 years. After retirement, he was an Associate Clinical Professor of Radiology at UAMS. John was a Fellow in the American College of Radiology, a member of the Society of Cardiovascular & Interventional Radiology, and was a pioneer in the development of arteriography at Arkansas Baptist Hospital. He enjoyed being the Radiology representative for many years at the weekly pulmonary conference. He is survived by his wife, Lou Bradley Joyce; his daughters, Karen Arkin (Rich) of Ft. Lauderdale, Fla.; Melissa Red (Mike) of Nashville, Tenn.; Michelle Balmer (Geoff) of Boca Raton, Fla.; Jenny Gerard of Hot Springs; and Jill Jones (J.) of Morrison, Colo., and 10 perfect grandchildren. He is also survived by his sister, Jane Roe (JL); and nephew, Jason; and his brother, Joe Joyce. A visitation will be held at Ruebel Funeral Home on Monday, February 20, from 5-6:30 p.m., with private burial at the State Veterans Cemetery. Memorials may be made to the charity of your choice. Arrangements are under the direction of RuebelFuneralHome.com.

“Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace where never lark, or ever eagle flew‚Ķ.And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God.”