Saturday, January 2, 2016
Bea- Very Sad News
Sad to inform readers of Bea’s blog that the man himself has passed away, he died peacefully at home on Christmas Day. He’d had ongoing health problems for several years which intensified in recent times. I think his last post was a Christmas greeting in 2014 and the spring of 2015 he had a major health scare and had to be hospitalised but tough old Scot that he was made a good recovery and was able to take a short cruise with his wife in September, he even made a round trip of several hundred miles to spend Thanksgiving with one of his sons.
Sadly after that trip he began to deteriorate once more and he was finding it harder and harder to rally. In early December his health began to fail at a much faster rate and his doctor confirmed what he probably already knew- time was running out.
I last spoke to him about three weeks ago and while his voice was weaker than the previous week, as always he was still very keen to talk even though it was plainly uncomfortable for him to do so. I promised his wife I would only stay on the line for five minutes, thirty minutes later I had to beg him to hang up. Thankfully his wife is a very understanding woman who knew exactly what to expect once he got involved in a conversation. He just didn’t want to hang up and it was the same with his will to live.
Bea was a very shrewd and intelligent man with a wonderful ability to call it as he saw it, he would never have made it in the diplomat corps as he had an inbuilt detector which could quickly identify a bullshitter. His honesty and straightforwardness were some of his best and most endearing qualities. Of course he wasn’t a saint, he could be extremely blunt and didn’t suffer fools gladly, when he replied to my first e mail I was taken aback by what I thought was the brusqueness of his language and felt he did not want to engage so I didn’t reply. A few days later I got another equally sharp and direct mail asking why I didn’t respond to his reply. That started weekly correspondence and phone conversations which lasted eight years.
Some readers of and contributors to this blog knew him far better than me and I know several stayed with him at his home in southern California. He left Scotland in his early 20’s but Scotland never left him and he still retained his strong working class Glaswegian accent, behind that gruff exterior was an incredibly decent human being.
He was generous enough to give away many of his stories on his website, something I and many others I’m sure were grateful for, and he was equally generous with his time and advice (whether you wanted it or not). I suppose his stories are how readers of this blog came to know him but he was far more than a talented and prolific author of forced femme stories. Husband, father, grandfather, volunteer in many areas of his local community and much more besides as well as a friend to those who struggled in coming to terms with being a crossdresser – the reason he started this blog in the first place.
Remember him in your thoughts.
I’ll miss him.