My Aunt Joan.  We lived many miles apart but I was encouraged at a very early age to correspond with my Aunt Joan which I did for many years and of course she reciprocated.  Her handwriting never wavered and remained so very neat into her latter years.  We met when she visited Cape Town with Sue and Jill, then again in 2013 when Malcolm and I visited her in Norwich - my one and only trip overseas!

Joan was always so bright and bubbly, chatting away non stop and I am blessed that I had the opportunity of meeting my Aunt Joan, the sister of Albert, my Dad, on those two occasions.  I wish I could've got to know her better, lived closer, but our correspondence filled a gap and for that I am grateful.  

Joan