Trouble is what I have called Joy for years while working at IC System. I had the honor of being her boss at one point in time and forming a forever friendship. Joy was full of sarcasm and spunk. Anytime I would cross her path at work, I knew I would have a smile on my face. She was an amazing person and will always hold a special place in my heart.
Be good up there Trouble!
The tides recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers in the land. The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains. For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains. This is you aunt Joy, bright seashells and central warmth. I love you
Aunt Joy, I will always have fond memories of you. The times you and the family came down to the farm and oh the things you let me get by with that Mom (your sister) would have totally had a fit about if she knew. You and Mom try to stay out of mischief up there and give everyone a big hug for me please. I will always remember you. Love Tammy
