Birth date: Jan 8, 1938 Death date: Mar 2, 2026
Joan Brenda Coombes East, at the age of 88, went to be with her lord and savior on Monday, March 2, 2026. She was born on January 8, 1938, in London, England. She is survived by her children, Glenn East Jr., David East, and daugh Read Obituary
I met my Aunt Brenda when I was a young child and she was dating my Uncle Glenn. She would come visit my parents in Old Metairie. I would always sit on her lap. She was so sweet and loving. I loved her British accent and everything about her. I remember when Glenn and David were born. She was so happy with her boys. She was a wonderful woman. She always called me dear and we had so many conversations about life and family and God and politics. We connected so well. I already miss her so much. I was blessed because she was in my life and I am so grateful that we both wound up on the Northshore and could stay in touch the last few years. I will never forget you. Love you always.
I first met Mrs. Brenda (my mother-in-law) in 2011. Although my entrance was a bit rocky resulting in a broken teacup, but no broken bones (Thank goodness.), she welcomed me into the family with open arms. Since then, I have enjoyed and cherished the presence and love of this wonderful woman. She is so smart, always working her brain through reading or crosswords. Our teatime moments were often full of conversation and laughs. A very caring and thoughtful woman, no one's birthday or anniversary passed without a card or some type of gift or recognition of their special day. As a family, we also have had many adventures together including a trip to England to meet some of her family that lived there, a Cruise to the Caribbean, road trips to Texas to see the Polish Festival in Houston, Georgia to see the German town of Helen, and to Florida to see the beautiful beaches of Navarre. She had a love for travel and exploration just as do. She also welcomed my children, now her grandchildren into her life without hesitation. She was devout Christian and a loving devoted mother to my husband, David and her son, Glenn. She will be forever missed by them as well as my daughters and me. Until we meet again, we will always love you and miss you Mum a.k.a. Nanna.
Mrs. Brenda was such an inspiration both in her Christian faith and how she lived her life. When she entered a room everyone wanted to be near her. She radiated love and joy even when she was tired or not feeling well. She seemed to gain strength from those around her. Glenn, you and the family are in my prayers and may God give you peace and strength during this very difficult time.
When I first met Brenda, our conversation was long and I felt it was with an old friend. It was wonderful to hear the stories she shared with me from her home country, we both loved gardening. She was a wonderful lady and a good friend, I loved her and will miss her. Lithia
Virgie and I first met Glenn and his mom, Brenda, years ago when we started worshiping at Hickory Knoll. They were both so welcoming in a loving Christian way. Brenda was blessed to have Glenn to help her and care for her the way that he did.
“British Brenda,” which was how we affectionately referred to her, always enjoyed a good belly laugh! She had that unique dry British humor and an engaging style of telling a story (especially with that enchanting English accent of hers!) We will miss the wonderful and entertaining discussions we had about war times, her travels, her family, and the two styles of “football)” (American was her favorite!)
Virgie and I had a wonderful friend and sister in Christ. And Glenn had a wonderful mom that he shared the Lord with. Praise God for such blessings!
She was the best mom anyone could have, I miss her and love her very much.
I loved talking with Mrs. Brenda outside the church building on Sundays. She had a quick wit and a beautiful spirit about her. I always had a sense that I was standing next to a deep well of history and wisdom, and I look forward to seeing her again in the wonderful eternity she and all Christians look forward to.
