Monday, November 4, 2024
When I think about Joyce, there are so many memories but mostly it’s her presence that comes into focus for me: her larger-than-life laugh, the way she could see directly into the heart of a matter, her clever sense of humour, her adventurousness. The last time I talked to Joyce we remembered when - in Toronto - a group of us would sit around the table in her apartment highlighting each other’s hair with those old-school rubber cap kits (oh the pain and the hilarity). This was Joyce; everyone was always welcome in her kitchen and she (and Lawrence) was there for me when I needed her, so many years ago. I find peace in thinking of her at home now, with Lawrence.
