Wednesday, December 11, 2024
Joyce’s spirit was defined by her kindness, generosity, and love. I always felt at home with her surrounded by warmth and belonging. Her gardening skills were impressive. At the end of the season she would share her harvest with us. My favorite were her canned tomatoes. I used them in chili, spaghetti, and pasta dishes. Christmas was special family time filled with laughter, celebration, and love. Everyone would gather together, share a fabulous feast, topped off with freshly baked pies and then we exchanged gifts. Always opening them in youngest to oldest order. Our conversations would span into the night sharing what we did in the past year. As we slept we could hear the house come alive every hour with her cuckoo-clocks. Those memories I will always treasure.