Jo Ann (Botts) Huber, age 87, of Hemet, California, passed away peacefully on July 23, 2019. She was born in Columbus, Georgia on March 19, 1932 to Fred Lee and Alma Ruby (Miller) Botts. Her late husband, George B. Huber, preceded her in death in 2017. She loved him dearly and we know that it was a joyful reunion in heaven when she was able to be with him again. She was also preceded in death by her son W. Lynn Harper in 2005. She is survived by her step-daughter Cynthia Eriksson, by her caring friends, and by her church family.
JoAnn was a people person and loved being around others. She was thoughtful and generous to her friends, young and old, and was often observed pulling little toys from her purse to give to various children. Being around children put a smile of true joy on her face. She also enjoyed helping and serving others. She was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and held her faith in high regard. It especially gave her strength in the difficult times that ensued after her husband passed away. She loved her Savior, the Book of Mormon, and church hymns. JoAnn was also a patriotic citizen who loved her country and believed in the goodness of the U.S.A. She is loved and will be missed.
A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.