With great sorrow and much love, the family of Joyce Rita (Ashline) (Iserman) Morin, 84, of Chicopee, MA, announces that on December 16, 2025, she was called Home to her Eternal Rest.

Born February 2, 1941, in Springfield, MA, Joyce was the daughter of Frank A. Ashline and Evelyn A. (Campbell) Riskall. She grew up in the South End of Springfield, spent time in New Hampshire, and later moved to Enfield, CT, where she graduated from Enfield High School in 1958. Briefly, she was in the U.S. Navy, but was discharged due to back problems.

Joyce married in 1966 and remained in Enfield until 1976, when she moved back to Springfield with her daughter. Here she remained until 1994, when she married again and relocated to South Hadley, MA. For the past twenty-five years, she resided in Chicopee.

Joyce was employed for many years at Travelers Insurance Company, working her way up the in ranks; at the time of her retirement, she served as a Senior Claim Representative. She was devoted to her family and cherished fun times spent together, especially during poker games. Joyce loved to gamble and also enjoyed scratch tickets and trips to the casino, pursuits she approached with great enthusiasm.

She found quieter enjoyment in reading, crossword puzzles, and traveling, particularly trips to the beach. (And casinos, of course!) Other hobbies she found pleasure in over the years include golf, bowling, and square dancing. Although Joyce had only ever owned cats, she loved all animals; those who knew her well may well-remember that elephants were her favorite.

In addition to her parents, she was predeceased by her husband, Louis R. Morin, by her sister, Evelyn P. Cote, and by her first husband, Richard L. Iserman.

Joyce is survived by her daughter, Lynn Iserman of Chicopee; her nephews Dr. Gary Cote and husband David Darnell of Mansfield Center, CT, and Brian Cote and wife Michele of West Brookfield, VT; her niece Lori (Cote) (DeVenero) Jarvis and husband Jerry of Suffield, CT; and her great-niece Melissa DeVenero of Myrtle Beach, SC. She also leaves her step-family through Louis Morin, cousins, and friends who will miss her dearly.

Special thanks, for opening their hearts to my mother with their caring ways, go to Betsey, Debbie, and Dori at Bear Mountain Heatlh and Rehabilitation in West Springfield.

Services will be held at a later date. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions can be made to any organization related to the care and protection of animals.

Before watching the delightful video montage, please take a moment to read a beautiful poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye that Joyce once read. Called "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep," she found it so inspiring that she asked for it to be read aloud at her memorial service. I hope you find it inspiring, too.

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 glints on snow.

 I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

 I am the gentle autumn 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.