Tuesday, February 16, 2016
I think my sentiments should be shared with everyone, knowing everyone will agree with them. From the time we met in 1954, when Joyce, who barely knew me, agreed to be the matron of honour at my wedding (we were short of Catholics) we became fast friends. Joyce later told me that that was the only time in all her pregnancies that she was nauseated.. I hope it was just the excitement, and not me personally. I never saw Joyce without a smile, never heard an unkind word come out of her mouth. I have lost an amazing friend and one, although thousands of miles away from me, still always remained close. I know she is happy now that she can keep an eye on Pat who, hopefully, is with my husband, Ron. Don't exactly wish I were with them, but won't be unhappy when I am.
