Loveday Writing

I’ve spent days reflecting on Joanna’s life over and over, trying to think of what to write for her eulogy. How do you sum up a whole, prematurely-cut-short life into one speech? This would be my final chance to say goodbye to her, it had to be perfect. It’s kind of hard to write a perfect eulogy when you’re breaking

Joanna fell in love with stunts and became a stunt double on various TV shows. She was taught well, was a quick study and a consummate professional. That’s not to say that she never made mistakes or suffered from any injuries. Over ten years she broke both wrists, her right arm and three ribs, as well as pulled several muscles,

All of our children grew up happily. Joanna and Jake loved being big siblings, Joanna even more so considering her childhood started out quite lonely, only to end up having five siblings by the age of 10. Even though Joanna was Jade’s only sibling, due to Joanna living with Dan and I, Jake, Dave, Prue and Paige loved her as

Sebastian and Leah’s wedding was absolutely beautiful, not to mention it was a “proper” wedding—in a church and with an actual reception—everything my wedding to him wasn’t, it drove me crazy. What eased my feelings of insanity…and jealousy…was the fact that I wasn’t at their wedding to celebrate their marriage, I was there as a friend to support the recently

Sebastian and Leah’s wedding was planned for July 17th 1989. I wasn’t going to go, although I was happy for them as Leah was clearly better suited to Sebastian than I was, but he’s still my ex-husband and I didn’t think it was appropriate. However Joanna is flower girl, so I’m technically going to go to drop her off. Prue

Sebastian and I married in January 1985 and managed to get jobs–Sebastian managed to get a sales job at a sports equipment company and I managed to get a part-time job as a junior receptionist when Joanna was about six months old. We managed to find a modest unit to rent, Andy didn’t kick us out, however we felt we

My life was boring until my family moved from Sydney to Wagga Wagga. My father was transferred for work. My mother wasn’t overly happy, but with her job, she could easily work anywhere. It was 1983, I was 15 and about to start year 9, my father’s boss allowed him to transfer during the summer, so it was easier for