I’ve heard it said, many times, that a person is not truly gone as
long as he or she is remembered. Ten
years ago I made a promise, that I would remember, and this is my celebration
of a person who is never truly gone from me.
Happy birthday, Mom. Wherever
you may be, may you be filled with life, love, and happiness. You brought joy to all who knew you.
1948 1963 1993
Emma Joyce
Antrim,
Over the last decade, I’ve
written a few essays in celebration and in memory of her life:
poems:
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