Audrey Joan Fouché
(04-02-1928 to 14-02-2009)
Some things are always constant. The sun rises in the morning. Spring follows winter. And, every year of my life, I received a birthday card from my favourite aunt.
This morning, just before eight o’clock, my Mom’s elder sister, my Aunty Joanie, passed away after a short illness bravely borne. She died as she lived, worrying about other people and not thinking of herself.
I could remember her for many things: her kindness, her dedication to her family and her faith, and her years of uncomplaining service to her Church's Women’s League. But it’s her laugh that I’ll never forget. Deep, rich and loud, you couldn’t help laughing along when Aunty Joan started roaring with laughter.
She is now with a host of angels and the God she worshipped her whole life. Her pain and suffering is over; she is healed and loved. How can we be sad for her? It’s our loss I mourn, because the world has suddenly shifted on its axis and everything that was constant is now out of joint.
Hamba kahle, Aunty Joan, go well with God. We love you.
"Death is not the extinguishing of the light...it is the putting out of the lamp because a new dawn has come." Rabindranath Tagore