Farrow Joan

Dear Dame, Andy, Aimee, Jaz, and Amanda, We wish we could be there with you today to celebrate Joan’s wonderful life. Some of our best memories with Joan are those awesome happy hours at the Farrow’s onsite van in Inverloch. Joan was always the heart of the gathering— the gatherer, the feeder, and the babysitter. Even if we were late, her infectious laugh would carry across the caravan park and let us know the fun had already begun. We cherished those moments so much that we even bought the van next door to keep the good times close. Here’s to you, Joan—we love you and will always carry those beautiful memories in our hearts. Sean and Kaz Bruce

I sincerely regret that I am unable to be with you today as I am in the Kimberley W.A. Words cannot express enough my disappointment for missing today’s gathering to honour and remember a very special person—my dear cousin Joan. Joan and I shared a connection that spanned more than eight decades, but it began, quite simply, as two kids growing up side-by-side. For the first five years of our lives, we were inseparable. We explored the world hand in hand—curious, mischievous, full of wonder. Those early childhood years created a bond that time, distance, and the ups and downs of life never managed to weaken. In truth, they laid the foundation for a lifelong friendship that has blessed me in more ways than I can count. They became constants in my life. We didn’t need to talk every day to stay close. Ours was the kind of relationship where no matter how much time passed between visits, we would pick up right where we left off—as if no time had passed at all. Joan’s devotion to her family was unwavering. Her beloved husband Don, and her children, Damian and Amanda, were her world. And I had the privilege of witnessing that love firsthand. For the 25 years I owned the Broadbeach Caravan Park in Inverloch, Joan, Don, and the kids were part of the furniture—holiday regulars who brought not just their beach gear, but laughter, warmth, and sense of home. Some of my fondest memories are of those long summers together—bonfires Bonza, happy hour, stories, shared meals, and that feeling of togetherness that only family can bring. Joan was the sister my wife Lois never had and a surrogate grandma to my 2 sons, Liam & Greg. Joan had a way of making everyone feel welcome and at ease. She was gentle, but she had spirit. She was loyal, and she was wise. And she carried herself with grace, no matter what life threw her way. Even in difficult times, she was more concerned about others than herself—a true testament to her character. To say I will miss her is an understatement. I will miss her presence, her quiet support, her infectious laugh. But I take comfort in knowing that the love we shared, and the memories we made, will never fade. They live on in stories, in traditions, in the very fabric of our family. Joan’s life was a life well lived. And though she is no longer physically with us, she remains a part of us—forever in our hearts, always in our thoughts. Rest in peace, dear Joan. Thank you for a lifetime of love, laughter, and friendship. I will carry you with me, always. Love, Terry Hall