POLICE DISPATCHER BIANCA "BEE" COYLE
ID 8345
SDPD 10/10/1972 - 03/07/1998
01/08/1938 - 04/19/2014
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THE THIN BLUE LINE
Out of breath, he literally slid up to Bee's bed on his knees, opening his bottle of anointing oils. The ceremony began, prayers were said, tears of joy and sorrow were shed and Bee slid into eternity, very peacefully, at 12:24 p.m. It was the most beautiful passage anyone in the room had ever witnessed.

Bee now resides in that place that's free from the horrible ravages of cancer that plague so many people. I cannot express in words our appreciation for the amazing showing of love and appreciation, and the well-wishes that have been arriving on a daily basis. Each and every one of you had a role in Bee's amazing love of life and everyone who lived it with her. As I have said before, I have no idea how I was lucky enough to win life's lottery and have Bee as my best friend, companion and wife for the most amazing 38 years. She came into my life when I was in need of someone to save me, and she was the magic elixir.

A celebration of life will be held at Norvel Owens Mortuary in Flagstaff on a date soon to be determined followed by an interment ceremony at MCAS Miramar National Cemetery in San Diego sometime very soon.


Joe Coyle
My beloved Bee lost her 24-year battle with cancer and passed away today at 12:24 p.m. in the Olivia White Hospice House in Flagstaff, Arizona. By her side were our son, Jay and his wife, Brenda, our daughter Connie and her husband, Dave, our dear friends John and Yolanda Britton, our dear friend Marian Johnson, our adopted daughter, Pam Laflin, me, and the one person who deserves an award for his impeccable timing, Father Patrick from St. Francis of Assisi Church here in Flagstaff.

Father Pat was scheduled to arrive at noon. But today being the day preceding Easter Sunday, he was, understandably, a few minutes late. At 11:30 a.m., it was clear Bee's time was rapidly approaching. The hospice nurses, thinking Bee had many hours left, gave Bee a warm sponge bath and we rubbed oil on her arms and legs. Nurse Marta dried Bee's hair and we all gathered around her in anticipation of Father Pat's arrival. It was clear Bee was waiting for him to arrive. It also was clear Bee had her own schedule to keep.

Noon came and went.

At about 12:15, Father Pat cracked the door and was greeted by various hand signals indicating his presence was needed now.