Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Joyce, I can't believe that you are gone, we won't get to do all the plans we made this past summer, but I know that you are no longer in pain, you are free to run through the fields of flowers, I miss you so much and one day I will be running through those fields of flowers with you. It's hard to believe that one day when I come home from being out that there won't be a note waiting for me that says, "I was here, you were gone, Now you are here and I'm gone.
We will always be BFF's. I love you Joyce.
Carol