God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagles flight,
Then God combined these qualities,
Making something like no other,
His masterpiece was now complete,
He lovingly called it Mother.

~Author Unknown~
                    Joyce Holroyd Bryan
         February 03, 1929 - April 03, 2003


A faithful Wife, a loving Mother, Grandmother and Great-Grandmother. A good Friend to all she met, touching countless lives in so many ways. A true southern lady in all the ways that mattered. An artist, a woman of strong and enduring Faith in her God.

A woman of valor, strong character and deep integrity. She had an ever curious mind, seeking to learn all she could up until her final days.

She had a wonderful sense of humor and would leave people laughing and smiling, even those who came into her life that nursed her through Hospice and other agencies, the ones who cared for her and ministered to her.

She fought courageously and won her battle with cancer and heart disease. Leaving this earth only to enter into her Father's House and loving arms.

All of us who loved her will miss her sweet enduring spirit, but she left us in such a peaceful way, that we are assured of her peace and eternal rest being held evermore in her God's Arms.

We will meet again on the distant shores Mama. We love you and miss you dearly. We hear your sweet voice whispering words of love and comfort in those still moments of the day. Thank you for being such a wonderful example of Motherhood and for being my best friend as well.
                               ~Eulogy by Luna-Star Xylia (her daughter)
LINKS:
www.griefnet.org

www.aarp.org/griefandloss

www.griefshare.org

www.hospicenet.org

www.hospiceweb.com

www.hospicefoundation.org

www.reclaiming.org/dying
              HER JOURNEY

Don�t think of her as gone away,
her journeys just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrow and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost,
and she was loved so much.

~Author Unknown
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