Written by Rocky Saxbe

Billie Sloan was my other mother, and I loved her dearly. She gave me Suzy, who carries with her many of Billie’s characteristics: an innocent aloofness, a wicked sense of humor, a strong intuition, and an incredible maternal instinct.

Billie was stunningly beautiful and a successful businesswoman with an eye for design, just like Suzy.  It was evident by the clients and admirers she attracted to The House On Main Street, her interior design shop where Suzy apprenticed.

Her laugh was unique and infectious, and when surrounded by a diverse collection of fun-loving friends, Billie was the center of attention. I remember the party she hosted for Suzy and me at their home after we were married in 1972. The guest list included her many Bexley friends and, it seemed, every gay man on the east side of Columbus. It was great fun and ushered Suzy and me into a social circle we would enjoy for years to come.

The Sloans were huggers, and Billie never failed to end our conversations with “I love you, honey.” And she meant it. In marrying Suzy, I joined the most loving family I’d ever encountered. Billie embraced me not just as her son but as a peer, so when we were out with her and Paul, we weren’t the kids tagging along; we were part of the gang. What great memories I have arriving at a party or restaurant with Billie - a glamorous woman whose entrance turned every head in the room.

Billie loved my genuine interest in Judaism and Jewish history and would probably tell you I was a good Jewish son. Sadly our time together was brief, and her sudden passing was hard to absorb.  She was only 50, so she’ll always be that vivacious and witty Billie Sloan who became my other mother. Her presence in my life is constant and perpetual. Here are my beautiful Moms.

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