Joyce Margaret Whiteside

Joyce had always wanted to go abroad, and at the urging of friends, she emigrated to Vancouver, Canada. With her friend Marjorie, they left Liverpool and sailed across the Atlantic, arriving in Montreal in Sept of 1956.A courageous task for a single woman of 22, who would get seasick just watching boats bob on the water.She fell in love and married Bud in May 1957.

By 1958, they’d built their first home in Crescent Park. As the family grew, they’d needed more space and constructed a second home in 1967, this time in Ocean Park. Joyce was the Super Mom of the 60s and 70s. Running a house, working part-time, and looking after three kids occupied her days. When time permitted, she tended to her roses and rock garden. A fabulous cook, our Sunday dinners of roast beef, roasted potatoes, and Yorkshire puddings were to die for. Fights over the last Yorkshire often ended by Dad taking it. Freezer jam, canned fruit, cakes and cookies disappeared as fast as she could make them. In 1983, Joyce and Bud built their third and final house. It was to be their retirement home. Five years later, and now a widow, she sold and moved to White Rock. Joyce spent her career working for doctors. Starting at the hospital, she moved on to be an office manager and MOA in a specialist's office before retiring in 1996 at 60.

With such strong ties to the hospital and medical community, she’d joined the women’s auxiliary and donated her time fundraising for much-needed equipment for the hospital, her primary focus being the emergency room. Many hours she sat knitting washcloths for their annual sale at the hospital. Even with her arthritic neck, hands and aching shoulders, she’d sit working diligently with one eye on the TV. ‘I can’t justify sitting doing nothing.’ She would say.Joyce loved living on the Semiahmoo Peninsula and had never left the area she’d called home for over 60 years.

In October 2019, she’d given up her condo and moved into the Amica retirement residences. There, Joyce enjoyed making new friends, going on bus trips, joining a book club, and indulged her love of movies and jigsaws.

Her last 6 months were full of laughter, good people and all the things she held dear.

Her passing will block out the suns’ rays, leaving us in the shadows. But her grace, her spirit, lives on within us. Joyce leaves a family deep in mourning, separated only by distance.Survived by her brother Derrick.

Her children Sue (Brian), Paul (Grace), and Linda. Grandchildren; Devon, Suneeta (Brady), Chloe (Tom), Derrick (Kayleigh), Chelsea (Kent), and Ryan (Jory)

Her great-grandsons, Ryker, Austen and Vincent. Nieces, Chrissy, and Jessica (great-nephew Ollie and great-niece Helena), and Heather.

Nephews, Mark and Andrew.

Predeceased by her husband Bud and Vanessa (our little angel in heaven).

Parents, Mervin and Margaret, and brother, John.