Yesterday, our wired sister Joyce passed away from complications unrelated to her heart issues. To many in our community, Joyce was a breath of fresh air who frequently liked to discuss in chat or post on her FB page weather statistics. Although Joyce lived in Maine, we shared similar weather (in western Wisconsin). Joyce bragged about her granddaughters, who were grown women, but in a way of deep pride, Lisa loves working with animals and boy does she like her Jeep. Trisha experiments with cooking, the same way I have.
Joyce and I had a special friendship, and it was her frequent discussion in our Saturday morning WIRED chats about the many kinds of pies she liked to make that led my husband I to plan our vacation around those pies! We took our first trip to Maine, spending time in Kennebunkport and further north, in hopes of finding moose. We arrived at Joyce’s home to meet her entire family; son John, wife Norma, granddaughters Lisa & Trisha; their boyfriends, and another surprise — our own wired sister Jean-Marie, who as it turned out, lived in the SAME small town as Joyce. There were 5, count them — FIVE pies that Joyce had made special for our party.
It was a really special day, and one that helped cement our friendship, two years later, Joyce came to visit us for 9 days (June 2014); it was an experiment of sorts, to see if Joyce could handle traveling alone and managing her oxygen machine — in order to attend the 2015 WIRED4LIFE Gathering in September.
We had a wonderful time; she had always wanted to check out an IKEA store and we just happened to one near the Mall of America. We spent an entire day there, enjoying lunch in the cafeteria and exploring the store. It was really fun!
I also introduced her to my local friends; Joyce and I made a special meal to serve at this luncheon. Mari, Marge, Nellie, Steelie and I regaled Joyce with the stories of how we had met. We added Joyce to our circle, and we oohed and aahed over the delightful pecan pie.
One Sunday afternoon we took Joyce to see the llama’s, a friend has a farm out in the country. It was a great day! Rest in peace, sweet Joyce, until we meet again! xoxoox
The language of friendship is not words but meanings. ~Henry David Thoreau