GIVE UNTIL IT HURTS...

Her friends told me a lot of stories about my sister.

How they would come to the point of cursing her just because they couldn't get her away from beggars and the homeless and street children.

How she would always give to the poor and the sick, the underpriveledged and the old. Even handing over what she was about to eat...

I've seen a lot of these instances too, of how she cared for these people, how her eyes would carry the awful weight of pity and love to those around her who are hungry or unwashed. My sister had such a big heart.

She was an angel too beautiful inside and out for this world, that demons had to take her away. She left hollowness on many hearts.

Her friends made this video, chipping in and embarking on charity and open handed giving to small children who were taken into refuge and care.

She would have asked of nothing less. This is fitting... A worthy tribute to a generous and loving and caring heart.

There was also a lot of flowers laid on her tomb, though these will perish there is one thing that will forever remain:

The memories of a creature of love, a friend whom many were devoted, who was loved and who loved with such passion and undying intensity.

Most of these is also made possible by someone from an island nation north of Europe, an Englishman whose heart my sister held and touched tenderly, whose undying love for my sister still brings him sadness, bereft of the one whom he shared the most magical moments of his life. He who would have taken my sister into lifelong togetherness just a few months from now...
Peter, fiance to Joan, I thank thee!

Jocelyn, Beth, Jhong, JR, and Che, thank you!

This gesture is representation enough of all the countless others who cherish Joan's memories in their hearts.

Share it! So that they might know, she may have flitted away like the passing colorful and bright butterfly in the meadow, but her wake in the ethereal nothingness will continue to be cherished and to sadden many hearts!

I ask you this ONE HARD THING... when time allows grief to lessen, when the intensity of anguish has started to subside, then is the time, then is the moment to let her memory merely be treasured with affection and smile, and to no longer raise melancholy... when this time comes let her memories then RIGHTFULLY, LOVINGLY AND TENDERLY.....

INSPIRE!

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BUT UNTIL THEN, THE FIGHT CONTINUES!

JUSTICE FOR JOAN!

JUSTICE FOR A FRIEND...

MY SISTER MAY HAVE HAD A BIG AND FORGIVING HEART, BUT FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER, WE DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW HER LEAD. UNTIL THE BASTARDS WHO DID THIS TO HER ARE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE, SHE WILL NOT REST KNOWING THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS COULD HAPPEN TO ANOTHER INNOCENT PERSON.

THESE DEMONS MUST PAY!

JUSTICE FOR JOAN DANIEL ANOS!