Wendy was one in a million. Always there for anyone and never a bad word said, even through 5 years of living with just girls in our teenage years. She put up with me sharing her room in London when I worked there during the oe phase. I have my own daughter now (also named Wendy) and if she turns out half the person of Doddy, I'll be very proud. I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch, and didn't know your struggles but you will never be forgotten

Wendy was a great friend, generous, kind and so smart and funny. I am very grateful the video coverage was available. This pic is from 2006 at the TelstraClear Xmas do. My condolences and thoughts to her friends and family.

I hope you are resting peacefully Wendy. I miss you!

My late grandmother (we called her Ouma) doted on Wendy, and used to regale us with stories of how clever she was. So of my grandparents' five grand-kids, I always thought of Wendy as the brightest and smartest of us. We South Africans didn't know our cousins super well since they always lived in another country: first Zimbabwe and then even further away, New Zealand. But we kept up with the big life events. I also had a chance to spend a little time with Wendy and Ethne when they visited Cape Town many years ago, and we exchanged the odd emails over the years and later on, text messages. Last year Wendy got in touch to say that Ryan would be coming with his Dad to New York, where I now live. She wanted us to meet, so Ryan would know his far-away relatives. I had a lovely day with Ryan, Ewart and Kim, walking along the High Line park. Over the next weeks and months Wendy and I exchanged family pictures and updates, and I sent along some info I had gathered about the family ancestry. She also asked for messages for a photo book for Ethne's 80th birthday. We had not been in touch for several months, and it was a huge shock to get the news of Wendy's sudden passing and like many, I am struggling to make sense of it. Looking back at my WhatsApp messages with Wendy, there is one where she says, "I often think it's a shame that people say nice things about people and how much they meant to them at a person's funeral when they aren't there to hear them." So Wendy, I'm sorry I never told you, that even though we hardly saw one another, even though we lived halfway around the world from one another: you were special. In my mind, you represented the best of us - a bright light, on the other side of the world. I can't believe that light has gone out. My heart goes out to all of you, who knew Wendy so much better and will miss her so much more. Brett