Joyce was a lovely lady. I loved talking to her and hearing her stories. She had a great sense of humour. Later in life Joyce had a mortorised scooter and loved going up to the shops on it. Her cat, Sonny, was devoted to her and would follow her on her scooter. One day Joyce crossed the road and wondered why the cars who had waited for her did not move - when she looked back they were waiting for Sonny, who was crossing the road behind Joyce!

One little story from Nan and Neil was of their last trip to England, one day Joyce said "Where would you like to go today?" "Bognor Regis" "BOGNOR REGIS! Whatever for?" "Because I like the name!" So off we went to Bognor Regis - as soon as we got there I understood her incredulity. So we had a lovely picnic perched on chairs on the very stony beach, and as we finished our last mouthfuls, down came the rain. Scurry around, packed everything up, and there was a market right by us so we hopped in there to shelter. What an array of clothes they had - I purchased a beautiful printed silk pleated skirt.which is much admired every time I wear it, and two blouses which I still wear, 13+ years on, at very good prices. Nan

“How Do You Live Your Dash?” I read of a man who stood to speak, At the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his coffin, From the beginning.... to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth And spoke the following date with tears, But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time That he spent alive on earth... And now only those who loved him Know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own; The cars... the house....the cash, What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.