God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around her and whispered, "Come with me."
With tear-filled eyes we watched her suffer and fade away. Although we loved her deeply, we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard-working hands put to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best.
I was so sorry to hear of Joan's passing, i have some wonderful memories of her and she always made everyone laugh! You all are in my thoughts and prayers.
Sincerely and with deepest sympathy,
Stacy