Suzanne has taken memories of her 'other mother' on a remarkable journey. Willy was Suzanne's family's maid.
"In January 1998 I made a trip back to Atlanta from Wales to see Willy, the most important person in my life. She had been in the hospital for several months and didn't seem to be improving, so I wanted to be at her bedside on her 80th birthday.
Willy May Way came to live with us when I was six years old and she was 40. Her family referred to her as a domestic worker; to us she was our live-in maid.
She stayed with us for 13 years only seeing her own family on Thursdays and Sundays.
Years later, her son Darryl told me of how he used to lay awake in bed on Wednesday nights and waited for the kiss that meant that his mother was safely home.
As a young child I took it for granted that Willy was always there and shared every problem with her... I couldn't wait for Saturday nights when my parents would go out and just the two of us would eat together, put on our nighties, watch TV, and go back to her room for long chats.
As I got older I began visiting Willy at her home... we could never get enough of each other's company.
Over the years our families stayed close and have grown up together. Now, Willy was anxious to leave the hospital and told everyone that I was coming over to get her out. Before leaving Wales I found the perfect birthday present for her... a silver pendant with the 24th Psalm.
I arrived in Atlanta and arranged to visit her the next morning. That night Willy passed away before I could see her one last time.
We visited her at the funeral parlour on her birthday... she was buried wearing the silver pendant.
At the cemetery, as I watched the gravediggers digging up the red Georgia clay I realised that my childhood had ended.
Our families still remain close."