|Birth: ||Mar. 13, 1948|
|Death: ||Feb. 22, 2007|
Bonnie, 58, was born and raised in St. Joseph, MO. She married Darrel Dwaine Guest and the two had a daughter, Gina. They later divorced and Bonnie married Ronnie O'Connell, and they had a daughter, Kimberly.
Bonnie was beautiful inside and out. She had a very warm and caring heart and was kind to everyone she met. She looked much like Liz Taylor with stunning jet black hair and vivid blue eyes.
She loved anything dealing with Native Americans and wrote romance novels and beautiful poetry.
She was a member of St. Mary's Catholic Church.
She struggled most of her life with diabetes, which she developed when she was a teenager, and other debilitating health problems.
She died at her home due to heart problems.
She was a wonderful mother and grandmother and will be greatly missed.
She is survived by her two daughters: Gina Guest-Dunn Usman (Rana), King City, Mo. and Kimberly O'Connell (Tony Pezzetti), of Olathe, Kan; three siblings: Phyllis Blue, Joy Crowley, and Mickey Branson, all of St. Joseph; grandchildren: Dustin Guest, Sami Jo Hays (Jeb), Amanda (Dunn) Rosier, Bilal Javed, Trevor O Connell, and Brielle O Connell, great-granddaughter, Jaelynne Rosier, numerous nieces and nephews, and her beloved dog, Kody.
She was preceded in death by her father, Dillard Nelson Branson and her mother, Thelma (George) Branson.
Her funeral was held at the Gladden Stamey Funeral Home in St. Joseph, MO, Pastor Craig Orrick, officiating. She was laid to rest at Memorial Park Cemetery next to her parents, Dillard and Thelma Branson.
Mickey Branson, Bonnie's brother, wrote these beautiful words about her, which were read at her funeral:
"She was someone who stepped out of a romance novel and lived for a while in our presence. Bonnie was rare and wonderful. Her love never ceases to amaze us and we are blessed to experience first hand special people who are blessed with the gifts of kindness and beauty mixed in with innocence and human frailty. Bonnie had all of that.
Even strangers sensed her warmness and were drawn to her. She never hid her light under a basket; she shined.
Born to common, hard-working parents with uncommon values and integrity, she was witness to what could be the closest thing to true love between two people that could ever be. That could explain her unconditional love for her children and her ability to accept the faults and imperfections of others without judgment or criticism. No matter what, she could find the good in anyone, whether they had any good in them or not.
Bonnie found genuine pleasure and kinship to children. She was a born teacher and opened up new worlds of make believe and imagination to every kid in our family. They all loved to be around her because she could become a kid again and be their pal while at her house. She made every child in her presence feel special. Her imaginary characters included such animals as Bunny Foo and Mr. Alligator.
Bonnie loved to write. She enjoyed studying Indian culture and making up novels that were historically correct but also told stories of romance and intrigue. She had several encouragements and correspondence with many other authors who had read her works and were encouraging her to publish her writing. She really never pursued the publishing, but she certainly enjoyed the art and creativity she experienced when she sat down at her typewriter and entered other worlds.
Her strong faith in God helped her endure what seemed to be an endless procession of misfortunate hardships, floods, fires, and illnesses, and yet, she seemed to always take them in stride and move forward without blaming God--they were just another thing to overcome, just another part of life.
Early in life, Bonnie was endowed with a beauty that was almost overwhelming. No doubt she could have been a cover girl or a starlet or in the public eye. She was often compared to and mistaken for Elizabeth Taylor and could have been a stand-in for her. She had the black-velvet look about her and that southern belle mystique that turned heads and stopped cars. Needless to say, there was always a line of would be suitors and wanna-be boyfriends. Many hearts were broken when she changed her mind or didn't go to the Sock-hops on Friday night at the Frog Hop or the Moose Lodge downtown.
Married early, she devoted her time and her mind to her children and her family. Bonnie loved attention and deserved attention. She was truly blessed and returned that blessing to everyone she came in contact with.
Like a stone thrown into the middle of a pond, the ripples she made radiated outwards and even when the waves quit, the stone remained there in the heart of the pond. We who were fortunate enough to know her and love her will forever carry that stone Bonnie threw in the middle of our pond that exists in our hearts too. She will be truly missed but never forgotten by everyone she touched on this earth."
I would like to thank Shae for sponsoring this listing.
Please put flowers on her sister's grave:
Sylvia "Sib" Farrell.
Saint Joseph Memorial Park
Created by: Bobette
Record added: Feb 22, 2007
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