Dear Robbin, Rick and Lance
Your mom met a lot to me. I met her in the late 60's. She was very intelligent and I always learned from her. She was so kind and always concerned about others wellbeing. Even in her later years when she was house bound she always kept interested in others and how they were doing. Her faithfulness in always phoning in to hear the meetings amazed me. She was a faithful example to imitate and I will miss her greatly.
She loved lemon pie and now every time I make one I'll wish she was here to share it with her. When Rod was alive the three of us shared a lemon pie every now and then. In between my lemon pie's she would get hungry for one and send Rod off to Fred Meyers to get one but she always said they liked the ones I made better. That makes me smile. I miss her! Every once in a while I would try a new recipe and would take some over for the two of them to sample and report back as to wether the recipe was a keeper or not. I always got a truthful answer and let me tell you many a "new" recipe was tossed. What fun - I have a lot of very nice memories of your mom.
The love she had for all of you guys was very apparent.
Several people have approached me at the Kingdom Hall expressing how sad to hear that Joan is gone. They all said she was a great example and admired her.
I alway admired how she took pride in her appearance. I lover her Jewelry and her clothes. I also loved her stories about when she was young and went to town _ dress like a lady hat gloves and all. Oh the memories they make me smile and cry. It is hard to say good by to a special friend.
I'm very sorry for your loss
With Sincere Concern and Caring
Dear Mom, I miss you terribly. I can’t thank you enough for all you did for me. I was truly blessed having you having you as my mother. I will try my best to pass on your wisdom to my girls. I’ll never forget you. Love, your son...Lance
“She’ll come into your life soft and quiet, like a winter storm, and lift you from the ground like she’s handling fine china. She will pick out the glass shards pricking your body and marring your skin, and she’ll bandage your wounds with care. She’ll then wipe all the soot and dirt from your cheeks as you nudge your face into her tender hands. Finally, she’ll reach her fingers, ever so softly into your chest, and warm your heart from the inside out until it beats anew.”