Dear Joy,
I had the privilege of living next door to you for a chaotic year or two of my life. Our whole household were undoubtedly the neighbours from hell - noisy, inconsiderate, messy, and reckless. I would have hated to have lived next to us.
However, you were able to see past the noise and the antics. You didn’t judge me for the fecklessness of my escapades and obnoxiousness. Instead, you treated me with kindness and patience, and even invited me into your house. That is a quality that is unheard of. You were not only able to tolerate the stress we obviously caused you, you were able to rise above it with a warmth that I will never forget.
Decades after those turbulent years, Mike still passes on your regards, and tells me you say ‘Hello’.
Rest in peace, Joy. You will be missed and I am thankful to have had the good fortune to know you.
Richard Morgan
26/11/2024