Joyce Florence Taylor

I have nearly 63 years of memories but I think that the best I can say is that Joyce always cared about others more than herself. She held my hand, metaphorically speaking, when my mother, her sister, died. She was there again when my brother died. Although never evangelical she was always very strong in her faith. Her love for her family shone through. Our weekly chats covered so many topics, some sad, most happy, sometimes hilarious. Her garden and the struggle with the squirrel taking the bird food was always a talking point and a memory that will stay with me forever