She thought she was his first wife; turns out, she was his fifth. I thought I had seven siblings; turns out, she’d given birth to two more. “Call me Beatrice,” she said, even though my father’s marriage certificate referred to her as “Colleen.” She trusted me enough to share her part of the story; I figured out the ways in which it intersects with mine. Rest in peace, Beatrice “Colleen” Dixon Suva: I will tell our story true.
I’m so sorry, Melodye. Sending love.
Thank you so much. I appreciate & feel your love.
I can see why you might feel Nancy Drew-ish about discovering your family! Sounds like she has a story, and I know you’ll be the one to tell it right.
Thanks so much, Rose, for your vote of confidence! Beatrice has a remarkable story, but like so many, she never stepped up to the microphone to tell it. I will honor her memory, and her connections to my family, by giving voice to the things she so generously shared with me.
This intrigue-filled post makes me want to read your story. I know you’ll do it justice. 🙂
So sweet of you to say! I hope one day, sooner than later, that I’ll be able to share it with you, Miss Donna. 🙂
I’m thankful that you found Beatrice in time to hear her part of your story and that she was willing to share. You have enjoyed favor throughout the process of piecing together the mosaic of your family’s history. I’m glad this teaser makes people want to hear more of your story; they will not be disappointed as they travel the twisting trail, alternately laughing, crying, guessing, smiling, dropping their jaws, and scratching their heads as the story plays out. Stay tuned, folks!
Favor, yes, and grace. I’m really touched by all you’ve said here. Wish it were back-cover copy! Seriously, it means the world to me, that you feel this way after reading my story… 🙂