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A 1930 photo of Joyce in the arms of her maternal grandmother, Anorah.
My Aunt Joyce's life, which began over 95 years ago in an East London terraced house, ended last Sunday evening in a small white room in a Norwich hospital, with my cousin and I by her side. Following a couple of years of steadily declining health, her passing from this world was peaceful.
My cousin has spent much of the last 18 months criss-crossing the Atlantic to care for her mum, while I made regular, though somewhat shorter journeys up and down the M11 to support them both. Latterly my aunt was relocated to a lovely residential care home, just across the Norfolk/Suffolk border, about a mile from my front door. It was by far the longest period she'd spent outside London in her entire life and, unsurprisingly, she didn't care for it much, but it was close enough that I could drop in to see her and report back to my cousin on a regular basis.
For the first 15 years of my life Joyce, my uncle and my cousin lived upstairs in the same house as us. As a consequence, my cousin and I regard each other as siblings and grew up feeling that we'd each been blessed with an extra set of parents.
Joyce leaves her daughter, son-in-law and three remarkable grandchildren.
6 comments:
Very sorry to hear about your Aunt. It is clear from what you have written about her over the years that she has been an important part of your life.
Sorry to hear this news. A life well lived, by the sound of it.
So sorry to hear this, TS. I've always enjoyed reading about Joyce and seeing your lovely family photos. The one here is wonderful, right at the start of the long life she lived. Hope you can take comfort in knowing how much you and your cousin must have meant to her.
Thoughts and prayers, TS. J x
Sorry for your loss Swede.
Swiss Adam
Sad news Swede
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