Joy and my mother, Etta, were very close and adored each other. As much as Joy was like a daughter to my mother, she was like a big sister to me. As a young girl, Joy was so pretty with an infectious smile and tiny waist. After we were both married and had children we had some memorable family holidays together with her and her family and I shall always remember Joy with a bucket and mussel knife in her hands and a joyful smile that could light up any room. We shared many a great story over a good scotch and Pat and I will miss her dearly. Robert John Warren