Joy was in her 80's She and her late husband had adopted her son as a baby.. Her testimony answered questions I had about being left with my Grandparents.Shetold me of her Father and wept still talking me through his infirmity and humility.The years melted away as she spoke and I saw the lovely young woman Joy had been
.I was able to take to her some behaviour I have observed at church.Among a jealous group.She advised me how to proceed.This was exactly right for the situation.It would have been wrong to ask locally so again I gained.
Joy had been.She spoke through her church work..The squares her group knitted to send to Malawi for the girls to make into garments.(My frend M.also fundraises for orphans in Malawi) My wish as a child was to go there as a missionary.
Joy laughed like a girl and sung..tried to eat..held my hand.I did her nails and rubbed hand cream and love each day.She was moved to the city hospital where she received palative care until her passing.
I saw her nurse weeping then straighten her back to serve others when Joy was collected.Parting was sore.
When I met Anne she spoke about our laughter..which was sacred but cannot yet speak of Joy apart from saying "how we three laughed.Ordinary memories became entertaining .and believe me there were memories in abundance.
MA