Every Thursday evening when I was ready to go and play bridge downstairs, Joan would be standing by her door to help me get into the elevator. I am in a wheelchair and the elevator doors do not stay open long enough for me. Joan was always there to hold the doors for me. Last Thursday I did not see her, so I asked my husband to come and help me. Then at the bridge evening I heard that Joan was taken away by ambulance. I hoped and prayed that Joan would be OK. This morning I saw her picture in the obituaries. That was a shock. I hope Joan did not have to suffer. After bridge, when we got back to her door, we would always have a nice chat, with much laughter, for about half an hour until it was time for each of us to have our evening tea before going to bed. I will miss our little chats! My condolences to all her family. Joan will be forever in my thoughts and prayers. Rest in peace, Joan! Gertrude Roes
