This page may take a minute to load completely, please be patient. Each Life Affects Another We may not always realize that everything we do affects not only our lives but touches others, too. A single happy smile can always brighten up the day for anyone who happens to be passing by your way, and a little bit of thoughtfulness that shows someone you care creates a ray of sunshine for both of you to share -- Yes, every time you offer someone a helping hand, every time you have a kind and gentle word to give, you help someone find beauty in this precious life we live, for happiness brings happiness, and loving ways bring love, and giving is the treasure that contentment is made of. ~~ Amanda Bradley Joy = that which causes happiness Diamond = brilliant precious stone So who was Joy Diamond? The above definitions describe her perfectly. She was a VERY dear friend of mine who lived in Canada. She was killed by a drunk driver while cycling one night, 3 months before her 30th birthday. Joy was an extraordinary person who loved all animals -- she & her husband Ron never turned away an animal in need, even if it meant dipping into their life savings to care for a sick or injured animal. Her mom sent a copy of the newspaper write-up that appeared in the local paper to all of Joy's pen friends, in case some of us hadn't heard the news which had rapidly spread amongst us. The headline of the article read "Dog to be buried with owner". That was her beloved Whippet named Taje. He died two days after the tragedy -- he was cremated, and his ashes buried with her. Joy would have wanted it that way. The last time I'd heard from Joy, she was getting worried about Taje since he was getting old. She really loved that little dog! Joy was an accomplished equestrian, and did some showing in her days. This is her riding her grade Quarter Horse mare, Maybe Julie, in a show at the Rockton Fair in October 1991: Maybe developed severe health problems, and was euthanized in January 1993. I'm sure they're together now in Rainbows Bridge. Here's the horse that caused us to become very close to meeting face-to-face: That's Villain (registered name Pormek), her Arabian gelding (former stallion). Joy sold Villain to a lady who lived near Derry, NH. She & her husband trailered him down here, and she phoned while she was here -- unfortunately I was at work, and she was on a tight schedule, so I didn't even get a chance to talk to her on the phone. In the second photo with Villain is Totem (registered name Totem Skip Bright), a leopard Appaloosa gelding she raised, trained & sold. Joy was such a dear friend, that after her death I got this tattoo done in her memory: A galloping horse because she was an equestrian, inside a diamond because that was her last name, and green since that was one of her favorite colors. I wish she was here to share in my happiness of finally getting a horse of my own! I still miss her terribly.
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We may not always realize that everything we do affects not only our lives but touches others, too. A single happy smile can always brighten up the day for anyone who happens to be passing by your way, and a little bit of thoughtfulness that shows someone you care creates a ray of sunshine for both of you to share -- Yes, every time you offer someone a helping hand, every time you have a kind and gentle word to give, you help someone find beauty in this precious life we live, for happiness brings happiness, and loving ways bring love, and giving is the treasure that contentment is made of. ~~ Amanda Bradley
So who was Joy Diamond? The above definitions describe her perfectly. She was a VERY dear friend of mine who lived in Canada. She was killed by a drunk driver while cycling one night, 3 months before her 30th birthday. Joy was an extraordinary person who loved all animals -- she & her husband Ron never turned away an animal in need, even if it meant dipping into their life savings to care for a sick or injured animal. Her mom sent a copy of the newspaper write-up that appeared in the local paper to all of Joy's pen friends, in case some of us hadn't heard the news which had rapidly spread amongst us. The headline of the article read "Dog to be buried with owner".
Joy was an accomplished equestrian, and did some showing in her days. This is her riding her grade Quarter Horse mare, Maybe Julie, in a show at the Rockton Fair in October 1991:
Here's the horse that caused us to become very close to meeting face-to-face:
Joy was such a dear friend, that after her death I got this tattoo done in her memory: