What brought me joy today was my 4 yr old great granddaughter running into the house and into my arms while yelling, “Mema, you’re my best friend.” That
Is Joy. Sometimes joy means just having my son or daughter seem interested in what I am saying. I am 84 yrs old and somewhat disappointed in the way of the world. The young people seem to have lost respect for just about everything so anytime I hear or see them showing respect for old people, it
brings me Joy. I can go on and on about Joy but I will come back another time.