A lady called Joan.

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I met my dear friend Joan over ten years ago, at a church in the inner-west. Our little puppy would accompany us every Sunday, and receive a blessing from the minister, who was a free spirit. She gave my husband a card when I fell pregnant, which said, “to the lady with the long blonde hair, who has a little dog.” Inside was a little gift. It made my heart soar. Despite there being no family around us, a¬†great-grandmother was reaching out her hand. I received a card the other day from Joan, who is now 97 years old. ‘Dee sent me the brochure of your book. Congratulations. It must have been an ordeal for you to write all those sad memories. You are a brave lady and you still have to go through all that publicity. I will certainly buy a book and I will encourage others to do so. Everybody should know of the things that go on and then they will get fixed. The Lord helps you. A hug from Joan.’ xxx