Many of you might not yet realise, Beth Joy Rotteveel passed peacefully away on the 17th of December, 2025 – six days before Christmas; 26 days after ‘Jon’ – formally known as Johan Albert Rotteveel (Beth’s husband) passed away; 15 days before the New Year of 2026.

But what makes her death so remarkable, was that even in death, Beth was teaching me, yet another lesson, about life – for on the anniversary of my mum’s death the 30th of December, 2025 – who passed the year prior – was also the day of Beth’s funeral.

They say, loss of a loved one changes you, but none so much as those who impart valuable lessons about learning to be brave – to rise – to get up – even when you feel you have nothing left to give – to face the challenges head on and say ‘phooey’ to it all.

Getting up on the day of her funeral was one of the hardest lessons, I have had to endure and put to memory, for without these lessons of resilience, I would not be standing, today.

Bethy Joy was like a second mum to me – she was far more than family – she was a tower of strength, my mentor, coach and confidant throughout my dancing years and childhood.