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In
Memory
Joyce
Barnes
July
7, 1942 ~ April 9, 2007
It
is not how much you do, but how
much love you put into the
doing that matters.
- Mother Teresa
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For
all
that
you
have
given
me,
I can
return
but
love.
For
you
Bound
up the
wounds
I did
not
see
And
gave
me
hopes
and
passions
new.
I
can
return
but
love
for
you,
Whose
unmoved
faith
my
heart
did
move,
And
gave
me
hopes
and
passions
new,
And
loved
me
till I
turned
to
love.
Whose
unmoved
faith
did my
heart
move?
The
mother
of my
heart,
not
blood,
Who
loved
me
till I
turned
to
love.
And I
became
the
soul I
would.
The
mother
of my
heart,
not
blood,
Bound
up the
wounds
I did
not
see.
And I
became
the
soul I
would
For
all
that
you
have
given
me.
Copyright
by
Nicholas
Gordon
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My
Mother was a
organ and
tissue donor
Mom
and Dad at
their wedding
the
early years
Joyce
Johnston Barnes
July 7, 1942 ~
April 9, 2007
Life is not
measured by the
dates of birth
or death, rather
it is the dash
in between. Our
Mother lived a
life full of
sacrifice. She
is survived by
six children and
their spouses.
Theresa Elnes
(Ralph) Debbie
Cameron Brown
(Patrick) ,David
Barnes, Brad
Barnes, Patricia
Clark, Richard
Barnes (Lisa).
She has ten
grandchildren,
Thayne (TJ),
Shantell, Mika,
April,
Krystal
, Assa, Kenneth,
Austin
, and Amethyst
and one great
grand daughter,
Kaeleh Arnold
all of whom she
cherished and
who cherished
her. She was met
in glory by her
parents, brother
and her grandson
Holden.
What
joy we feel that
she no longer
suffers; rather
now she has
immense peace.
Mom
thank you and
you will be
missed.
 Happy
1st
birthday
in heaven
Mom-
Patrick
and
I
planted a
purple
rose bush
in your
memory...
I
miss you
so.
From
my brother
Brad's my space
page
I
Stood by Your
Bed
I stood by your
bed last night,
I came to have a
peep.
I could see that
you were crying,
You found it
hard to sleep.
I whined to you
softly as you
brushed away a
tear,
"It's me, I
haven't left
you, I'm well,
I'm fine, I'm
here."
I was close to
you at
breakfast, I
watched you pour
the tea,
You were
thinking of the
many times your
hands reached
out to me.
I was with you
at the shops
today, Your arms
were getting
sore.
I longed to take
your parcels, I
wish I could do
more.
I was with you
at my grave
today, You tend
it with such
care.
I want to
reassure you
that I'm not
lying there.
I walked with
you towards the
house, as you
fumbled for your
key.
I gently put my
paw on you, I
smiled and said
"it's
me."
You looked so
very tired, and
sank into a
chair.
I tried so hard
to let you know
that I was
standing there.
It's possible
for me to be so
near you
everyday.
To say to you
with certainty,
"I never
went away."
You sat there
very quietly,
then smiled, I
think you knew
...
In the stillness
of that evening,
I was very close
to you.
The day is
almost over... I
smile and watch
you yawning
and say
"goodnight,
God bless, I'll
see you in the
morning."
And when the
time is right
for you to cross
the brief
divide,
I'll rush across
to greet you and
we'll stand,
side by side.
I have so many
things to show
you, there is so
much for you to
see.
Be patient, live
your journey out
... then come
home to be with
me.
Author unknown
Mom's
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Moms
Obituary Guest book
My
Mother was quite to women. She always stated
what she thought, and she did it her way. Once
she sent me a thank you card to my home address,
but the card was addressed to Debbie Smith, I
called her to tell her my last name was Brown,
not Smith and her reply was "Brown, Smith,
what's the difference?"
My
Mom and Dad got divorced after 20 years
of marriage and yet my father never got
over his deep love for my mother. She
passed away on my fathers birthday. I
like to think he knew she was tired, and
asked the Lord for my Mom for his
birthday. The day she died, she slept in
until 10:00 and then was up talking to
my sister in law who lived at her house,
and she told her she felt claustrophobic
and couldn't get comfortable either
lying down or sitting up, and she said
she would put her baby to bed and come
back downstairs to help her, and moments
later when she came back down to Mom's
room she had stopped breathing. Just
like that she was gone. She is now at
peace. I hope my dad is showering
her with love, and respect, in which she
never really received in this life, and
they are both together with their
grandson Holden who went to heaven only
3 months after my dad in 1996.
(click on his picture to
go to his web site)
3-28-1991
through 3-19-1996
loved
and dearly missed
  
 
Some of my Mom's favorite
things...
She loved lilacs
She loved the Food Network-
esp. Bobby Flay
she loved to yard sale with my
sister Theresa
My sister Patty and her went
out to eat a lot
She loved her friend and
cousin Lorraine Bird
She was a professional bowler
She above all else loved her
children and did everything she could for them
She loved Virginia Slims
she loved her job at Alpine
Access
she loved seeing her
grandchildren
she loved angels and had them
all over
My Mom loved Christmas
her favorite color is light
purple
she served as President of
the Board of Directors for the Salt Lake VFW
and
loved to do charity work
She was stubborn and easy
to argue with, but she always loved all her
family.
"Oh my gosh Mom, I am
going to really miss you!"
My
Mom, Dad, Me Theresa and David
when
we were little my Mom sewed all our clothes so
we
were
always dressed alike.
My
Mom and her youngest child Richard
this
shirt reminds me so much of Mom it is the only
thing of
hers
that I wanted and got.
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One
night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the
LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his
life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed
before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the
sand.
He noticed that many times along the
path of
his life there was only one set of
footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the
very
lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided
to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave
me."
The LORD replied:
"My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and
suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
written
by Mary Stevenson
Mom's
service
she
was cremated as she wished
she requested this
song to be played ~
And now, the end is
near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill; my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
Oh no not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way!
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