My Dearest Joyce

One of my dearest friends recently celebrated her eightieth birthday not with a party for herself but with what she called a Celebration of Friendship. It was just one of so very many things that my 'grandma' Joyce has taught me over the course of my life. She shared memories and photos of all of us. When she asked me what memory I would like to share, I answered honestly that there hasn't been a memory in my life that she wasn't part of. Including tears. All of us knew that if we ever needed to Joyce was there tissue box in hand. So of course we had to finish the luncheon with... tissues in hand.

My Dearest Joyce,

Thank you for being the gift of every day of my life. Thank you for always believing in me. Thank you for sharing every hill and valley. Thank you for being part of my journey and letting me be part of yours.

All my love. Always,
Punkin