Still miss you tremendously Aunty Joan. I'd like to think you're with mum & dad reminiscing over some good old times. I am forever grateful for all you've done for my family. I'll never forget you. All my love. Lisa B. xoxoxo

What a special lady. I feel so privileged to have grown up with such an incredible woman as my second mum. Aunty Joan has been such a positive influence in my life. She's a lady I have always looked up to and admired for her many talents, gentle nature, happy disposition, her integrity, tenacity and her great sense of humour. It still seems strange not to be able to pick up the phone and hear her voice, but I feel tremendously fortunate to have so many precious memories of this beautiful lady. Rest in peace Aunty Joan.

I remember Joan as a gentle and beautiful lady who was loving, kind and considerate of other people. Knowing of and having seen her circumstances in the months prior to her passing, I also see her as an inspiration to everyone. She will be sadly missed.

When I think of Aunty Joan I remember a friendly laugh and a warm smile on her face. I hear "...by jingo's..." and see an Aunty driving a 'superbug' into the driveway. I think of visiting her home at East Hills and the garden out the back, and the little garden frogs and gnomes near the back porch. I remember Heidi, Aunty Joan's beloved 'sausage dog' and her laughing at how chubby Heidi was getting - while slipping her another little treat as she sat on her special blanket near the door. I used to love walking up the road from Aunty Joan's to play with Lisa Harlor when we visited, while Mark and Michael caught up with Chris and David. We have fond memories of a camping holiday with them at Bigalia and zipping through the wash on the beach on a skimming board; and eating stewed rabbit. I think of 'Hobbytex' fabric paints and going to a painting lesson with mum and Aunty Joan at a friend of Aunty Joan's across the road from the Harlor's, and tasting her home-made mulberry wine. Yum. I think of the holiday to Avoca Beach where Aunty Joan took Mark, Michael and myself for a few days...and the rain..and going to the local shop and buying 'DAS' modelling clay. We spent the afternoon indoors modelling all sorts of things and forgot about the rain. The walks around the rocks. Aunty Joan always took the time to pop in and visit when one of us was passing through Sydney, always with a cake in hand for morning tea. A very dear Aunty - and a very dear sister to mum. We will miss her.