Joan at my wedding
Why, 30 years after Joan’s murder, have I decided that it’s time to step up and see if I can figure out who killed her?
To be honest, I’m not sure. Could be that the grueling emotional dive of writing my family’s story, Approaching Neverland, prepared me to plumb deeper into scarier waters. Or maybe sharing our story has tied all the sadness and joy, shame and exhilaration of being in our family into a more manageable package that can be tucked neatly under my arm as I descend into the quiet darkness.
It’s cooler down here. Come with me if you like. I’ll take your hand. Let me know if you see something that I don’t. It’s time now.
Hi Peggy,
I was so pleased to hear the news that you are pursuing the resolution of Joan’s murder.
From the moment I read your story I’ve wanted to talk to you more about what happened but have kept back my questions for fear the topic would be too painful.
Now that you’re actively researching this I want you to know you have my full support and the support of many people all over California and the US. I won’t elaborate here but trust me, your story is out there and there are many people interested in helping solve Joan’s murder and give your family some closure.
Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.
Peggy McGee
Thanks so much for your support, Peggy. It really means a lot to me to hear that I won’t be taking this journey alone. Just connected with the detective working on Joan’s case, so I’ll definitely be moving forward. I’ll keep you posted. Thanks so much for contacting me, Peggy. Talk with you soon.
Peggy- I loved your book. When I finished it, I was wondering if they caught your sister’s killer.
I think you can go there and who knows what will happen?
I think it is time now too.
Good luck.
Thanks Linda. Things are starting to fall into place now, so I agree it’s time. Here I go.
If there’s anyone stronger than you, my dear friend, I don’t know who it is. Thanks so much and loads of love to you.
Thanks, Wendy! You would have loved Joan. Her laugh trilled like a bird in a fountain on a sultry morning. It took me a while to get my sea legs but I’m ready to talk about her again. Lots of love to you