Joyce Potts

Joyce looks like a second mother to mean I love her with all my heart. She was a very special.

The very first memory I ever had as a child was me in my crib, crying for my mother. I was really young. I´m sure that I was younger than a year old. However, the person who came to get me was Joyce Potts, who later was affectionally known to our family as Aunt Joyce. I remember I stopped crying abruptly because I was so surprised that it was not my mom, but another face smiling at me. For many years, our families grew up together until we kind of went our separate ways. Joyce and her family...