My name is Cheryl Lynn (Roy) Ayala. I was born in St.Louis, Missouri, to Margie Jane Bryant and Rollin T. Roy. My parents were divorced shortly before I was born. My father didn't know about me as far as my mother knew, however I have sence learned that he knew I was on the way but never knew if I was male or female.
I always felt like something was missing in my life. An emptiness that is very hard to explain. I felt lost and alone, as if I didn't belong. When I turned seventeen I started searching for my father. I had little to go on, just a name on my birth certificate and some information written in the bible that my parents had purchased together.
It wasn't until my step-father had passed away that my mother began to tell me a little about my father. In 1993, she told me that I had an uncle, Homer Roy, in Washington. I called directory assistance and asked for the listing of Homer Roy in Wanachee, Washington. A very gental and sweet Marge Roy answered the phone. I asked if I could speak to Homer Roy but she informed me that he had passed away several years earlier. She informed me that she was his widdow and asked if she could help me. I told her who I was and why I was calling. When I asked her if she knew where my father was she informed me that she didn't know his whereabouts but that he had a younger brother in Dallas, Texas that might have the information. She gave me his phone number and wished me luck. My heart was leaping with an overwhelming amout of joy. I was so close. I called the number Marge gave me and asked for Marion Roy. The woman told me that he was at work and asked if she could help me. I asked her if his brother's name was Rollin T. Roy. Where she said yes, my hand began to shake then I asked if she knew where he was. She said "Honey, your daddy's dead." Words cannot discribe the pain that I felt that day.
All I ever wanted from my father was a hug and for him to tell me that he loved me. My heart still aches to this day because I will never never hear those words from him.
On May 19,1998 at 3:00 am I did get the next best thing. I get a hug that I really needed from my Uncle Marion. He gave me what my father couldn't and for that I will always love him.
Sence that reunion I have met and became a part of a family, a real family, something I didn't have when I was growing up. I came to Dallas on May 19,1998 and I have been here ever sence. I will never leave, I am home. This is where I belong. I am wanted and loved. This is my family and no one can take it away from me.
I still continue to work on the familytree because it's so important that we know where we came from so that we will know who we are. I have gone from one name on a birth certificate dated August 18,1960 all the way back to Hugh Roy born in 1614. I have filled in alot of blanks but have many many more to go.
I ask only one thing from you. REMEMBER THAT NO ONE DIES AS LONG AS WE REMEMBER THEM.