Jumping over disbelief today as I need to process sadness.  Mom texted this morning as they are headed to Wichita to say goodbye to our dear family friend, Joyce Morgan.  Hospice estimates she has about 24-48 hours left and is no longer responsive.  Tears welled up and flowed as I played Bette Midler’s The Rose.  I so clearly remember Joyce prepping to sing that song at Church when I was young.  What a rebel she was!  My mom playing the piano for her and me attempting to learn the song as well but too shy to play or sing in front of anyone.

Joyce was a life long mentor.  She might have been physically small but her personality was large.  She loved Pepsi (not Coke), anything my mom would cook, rock and roll music and singing.  Her voice was beautiful and her laugh contagious.  Anytime I think of her or talk to her I feel happy.

Her end was painful.  The most painful type of cancer they say.  I can only think that she must of been an extremely powerful prophet for God, that Satan would have to torture her so much.

I will miss you, Joycey!

And then God said:  ‘Be happy about it! Be very glad! For a great reward awaits you in heaven. And remember, the ancient prophets were persecuted in the same way.’  Matthew 5:12