I was swept off my feet that day, hearing of this woman’s remarkable life. Rosabelle never married nor had children but left quite a legacy. I knew exactly what to do, as if this were all just waiting for me. I felt called to tell her untold story, honor her memory, and write her back into history.
I arrived at the antique mall about a year after her passing. I knew that very day this was for me. The Lord told me so. Suddenly, I realized I had found what I had been waiting for. I dressed for the dance just as Rosabelle would have, carefully pinning her Red Crosses to each side of my collared white shirt. I then draped the dog tags engraved with her name over my chest.
Within days of the dance, I began to wonder about the soldiers in the portraits. What had happened to them? Who did they become?
Did they make it home? Would they want to have the portrait? I decided to search for the soldiers Rosabelle painted close to sixty
years ago an ocean away. I had no idea what I would find, I simply set out on faith alone. |