Before I got to second gear in the cow bawling, the first call came from a media house...then the outpouring of love, on FB and on the phone. Now I sit with my memories...the big fancy car, driving up to Irwin Bush and the honouring tones of my father, talking to Brother Howard...you had to show respect for the elders you know, not soso Howard ...the best advice of a little girls life, read something before you go to bed every night the excitement of political campaigns...church... my pride when people from other Caribbean countries recalled him as a leader, the hard work of two weeks vacation in preparation for the move to Kings House, the unspeakable joy that came to a young journalist who wrote the story when he was named Governor General (I had the scoop yes!!) my indecorous giggles at the soldiers presenting arms every time he passed. His words to me dont allow this position to change you Marie...the gentle chastisement for my use of unseemly words, the Bible he so lovingly gave from his collection and the inscription, the smile I heard in his voice when he answered the phone how is my little lump of goodness He must have been the first man to ever tell me I was pretty, and he was so proud of my strength...and the little smile on his face when he said you are hard to handle, too much spirit, you need a man who can tame you , the call to find out how I was getting home, and asking a driver to pick me up at my office...the respect he held for me, leaving me in charge of the home when he went away, the wealth of knowledge, the lessons in humility, the love, the BIGlove. Rest in Peace Papa, my dear Uncle Howard, and go into the glorious Light!
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 02:11:24 +0000
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