A Memorial Mass / gathering of family and friends will take place on 5th October 2024 at 11am at the Church of the Assumption, Abbeyfeale, Co Limerick, to remember the life of our beloved
JOAN WARREN (née) HEALY
Always remembered and sorely missed by
daughter Aileen, son John, partner Mike Staples, family and friends.
Pre-deceased by her loving parents
Jack and Ellen Healy, sister Mary Brosnan, brother Tim Healy
ex husband Tony Warren and family.
A smile for all a heart of gold
One of the best this world could hold
Never selfish always kind
A beautiful memory left behind
To us you were someone special,
Someone set apart,
Your memory will live forever,
Engraved within our hearts.
One night I had a dream...
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord, and Across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; One belonged to me, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of my life flashed before us, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along the path of my life, There was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life This really bothered me, and I questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, You would 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 in times when I needed you the most, you should leave me.
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child. I love you, and I would never, never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you.
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's 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.