Obituary of Joseph S Morell

Joseph S. Morell was the youngest son of Victoria Morell and Robert Johnson whom both preceded him in death. He was born on November 6, 1946, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Joe suffered a short illness, but his ManorCare family of Sewell, New Jersey was instrumental in helping him to endure. He departed this life suddenly on Saturday March 12, 2022, in Sewell, NJ Joseph was educated in the Philadelphia Public School System. Joseph was employed by a corrugated box manufacturer in Northeast Philadelphia for over 20 years. "Joe" or "Joe Joe" as he was affectionately known was the proud father of one daughter Yolanda and one grandson Tyree. He was known for his smiles, laughter, and wittiness to everyone he came in contact with. Joe's love for his family knew no boundaries. He was loved by all. Joe truly enjoyed having a good ole time all by himself. (Wink Wink) However, he was a loving kind man with few words. He will be missed by ALL. Joseph had one Uncle Raymond Morell who preceded him in death. He leaves to mourn with cherish memories: one Daughter Yolanda, one Grandson Tyree; three Sisters Diane Taylor, Barbara Cook and Mercedes Morell and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends. Lovingly Submitted, The Family (Poem) My last Request Please don’t say that I gave up. Just say that I gave in. Don’t say I lost the battle, for it was God’s war to lose or win. Please don’t say how good I was, but that I did my best. Just say I tried to do what’s right, to give the most I could, not less. Please don’t give me wings or halos, that’s for God to do. I want no More than I deserve. No extras, just my due. Please don’t give flowers, or talk in harsh tones. Don’t be concerned about Me now, I’m well with God, I have made it home. Don’t talk about what could have been, it’s over and done. Just see to all my family needs. The battle has been won! When you draw a picture of me, don’t draw Me as a saint. I’ve done some good, I’ve done some wrong… So use all of your paint. Not just the bright and light tones. Use some gray and dark. In fact, don’t put me down on canvas, just paint me in your heart. Don’t just remember all the good times, but remember all the bad life is full of many things. Some happy and some sad. But if you must do something, then I have One last request: Forgive me for the wrongs I’ve done and with the Love that’s left. Thank God for my soul’s resting. Thank God for all Who loved me, and praise God who love me the best.