I spoke with Joan's daughter earlier today. She said that they had taken her ashes and divided them into 30 vials. Between family memberrs and friends, they took them up into the mountains into the passes and valleys throughout Virginia.
There was a family member that came from a part of the family that had split away because of the War in the 1860's. I understand that two brothers couldn't reconcile after the war ended. This person took those ashes over into West Virginia to reunite the family, if only in spirit, from her ashes resting where the other part of the family lives.
All the vials were opened and her ashes released across her mountains that she loved so much growing up there.
She may have been an Old Goat, but she was our friend.
Joan our dear friend. May you rest in peace always.
Larry
