Joyce's biggest wish was for the Sanctuary to
carry on her work and every effort is being made to ensure that her dreams come true.
I AM NOT THERE Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush; I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
"When you're weary, feeling small.
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all." --Paul Simon
