Aunt Joyce

My Aunt Joyce died yesterday, just 7 months after her oldest son Danny died. They both had long struggles with cancer. She was one of the hardest working women I have ever met. She stayed at my Dad's house last October during her son's funeral. And you know what she did? She cleaned his house. Her son had just died, and she must have not felt well herself, but she just kept working. Amazing.
I am sure there was a wonderful reunion on the other side...
But my heart goes out to her 2 children left to mourn.
I forgot about this amazing story until recently.
God does not forget about us.