It's strange, isn't it; how the years pass so quickly, and we always think "I'll contact her tomorrow". And suddenly "tomorrow" is too late. And so it is for me: my favourite Auntie who I was always going to contact again "tomorrow". I'll trust you will forgive me, Auntie Joyce. I will remember you with deep affection, but now, rest in peace. With love from Richard xx

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Joyce Winifred. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.