We were three sisters, Joan living in the USA, Rosalie in Scotland, and I, Kathleen, in France. So it was an especially happy memory we shared together when we were able to meet up for a holiday at my home. I visited Joan a few times in the USA too, warmly welcomed by her family. One year it was a lovely spring time. We, Joan and I, talked and laughed a little about many things, and walked in the park which surrounded her trailor home. Everywhere the bushes and trees were in bloom - beautiful. Joan drove me around the district to appreciate some white clapboard houses, with huge lawns going down to the road, no garden walls, magnolia trees flowering - an environment so different from my home in France.
Joan's life had not always been easy, but she was courageous. In her last home in Wetslake Village Drive, herself a certain age, she told me how she tried to help and encourage other older people around her.
She was my sister and I loved her.
Kathleen M. Patuel
All our love.
From her French nephew and nieces.