Joan May Galvin Dowling Tribute

I didn't know Joan. In fact, I've never met Dave! I began emailing with Dave in 2004 after the death of my father, who was Dave's half-brother. Uncle Dave told me about his mother, my grandmother, whom I barely knew.
But he also told me about Joan whom he adored. The story I remember most affectionately was of their first date. Joan, who was a student nurse, was under curfew, the standard practice of the time. If I recall, the curfew was 11 PM on Friday or Saturday night. Dave took Joan dancing. They danced the night away, then realized they had danced well past the time that Joan was due back at the Nurses' Residence. Somehow they managed to sneak her in without getting caught. Thus was the beginning of a long and productive relationship.
Dave, as you grieve, tell your precious Joan stories often. And when it hurts, remember there are many people who love you and care about you, including me.