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Khadija Was A Champion To The End

On June 22nd 1994, a healthy baby girl was born to Eurlene Cummins-Inniss and Curtis Taylor. We were very proud of our daughter and we named her Khadija Asha. Khadija was like any healthy child. She had the common cold, got her immunization shots on time and started Pre-School at age three and half years old. She continued her primary education at the St. Patrick’s Primary School, up to class 4. During her time at St Patrick’s, Khadija was involved in the Brownies and many other activities at the school. At age Ten years, Khadija took the Common Entrance Examination and gained a place at the Foundation Secondary School. At the Foundation School, Khadija did well with the subjects she loved, and fair with the ones she would prefer not do.

I would always encourage her to try and do the best she could with the subjects she had difficulties with. I instilled into her that she must be respectful to her teachers and to everyone around her. We, Khadija and I, would have little chats about life in general. I told her of the different stages her body would go through leading into adulthood. Physically she was a very well developed child. At age 10 years, she started her menstrual period. I am glad we had these chats; they are precious memories of my lovely child. Her general health was good, or so we thought until January 2007. Khadija started having minor headaches. Towards the end of January, the headaches become more frequent and would respond to home remedy. We did not think the headaches she was having were a problem because the pain would stop after taking over the counter pain tablets. She complained of feeling tired and she was not eating the way she used to. However, her complaints did not stop Khadija from attending school. On February 12th 2007, Khadija left home for school and I went to work.



During that morning I received a message from my co-worker stating that some one wanted me on the phone. When I answered the phone, it was Khadija’s form teacher, my heart sank. My thoughts were, “What has Khadija done that her teacher has to call me at work?” She was always respectful and I never had any complaints about her not behaving well at school. As I listened to her teacher, he said, “Miss Cummins, Khadija is not well, we need to see you as soon as possible” I told him, I would arrange some time off at work and see him later that day I went to the school immediately and was directed to the secretary’s office. Khadya was sitting in a chair with a piece of cotton wool in her hand and she was smelling it. It was smelling salts, a first aid treatment used for dizziness and fainting spells. I spoke to her Year Head and Form Teachers about Khadija’s health.

They told me they noticed some changes in her general appearance. I told them that she did complain of having minor headaches and she was not eating well but she was still active and continued to help around the house. However, they recommended that I take her to see the doctor at the Polyclinic. I took Khadya to the polyclinic the same day. She was seen and examined by the doctor. Bloods were taken from her and sent to the laboratories for testing. She had medication for the headache and she was told to drink plenty of water. She did not return to school for the remainder of that week. On Saturday February 17th, we went to our aunt’s wedding, Khadija became ill at the wedding. We took her to my mother’s home and put her to bed. I checked on her before I went to my house and she was asleep. Sunday morning I was awakened as if some one pushed, me, out of the bed. I called my mother’s house, my brother answered the phone. I told him to wake up Khadija because I was coming for her and that I was taking her to the hospital.

On Sunday 18th of February, she was admitted to hospital. She had a fever and tonsillitis, her tonsils were very swollen. Several blood tests were done. An intravenous line was set up in her arm. The doctor attempted to take a biopsy from Khadija’s tonsils it was not successful. She bled a lot from where the doctor tried to take the sample. The doctor wanted to repeat the biopsy but she was worried about bleeding. She decided to do other blood tests instead. Some of the blood tests that were done previously; did not show any thing abnormal. Chlorhexidine mouth wash was ordered for two weeks and she started vitamin B12. An ultra sound and several x-rays were done.

She was seen by the Haematologist and a bone marrow test was done. Blood tests were done regularly. Khadija had to wear a face mask. Anyone visiting her had to wear a face mask, this was to protect her from picking up infections. A doctor informed me that Khadija would need to have a portacath. He explained what a portacath was and the reason for putting it in. I had to sign a consent form, giving permission for it to be done. She was taken to surgery to have the procedure done. On Monday March 5th 2007, the doctor reported the result from one of the many tests she had. It is a day I don’t want to remember but how can I forget? The day I was told that Khadija had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia (AML). The doctor explained what (AML) was and that Khadija would have to start chemotherapy treatment very soon. I tried to explain to Khadija about her diagnosis. On March 6th, two doctors from the Haematology Department spoke with me about her treatment and the various tests that would be done before starting the treatment on Khadija. This would include an echo, to make sure her heart was okay and getting some spinal fluid from her spine. (LP) Members from the Myeloma, Lymphoma and Leukaemia Foundation visited and gave me information on acute myeloid leukaemia. They continued to visit during her stay in hospital. Many family members, friends, school teachers and class mates visited her.



She was never alone. I was with her from the time she was admitted to hospital until the day she died. I took unpaid leave from work to be with my daughter day and night. Wednesday March 7th, the social worker at the hospital came to see me. We discussed sending Khadija to the USA or Canada for treatment. She said that the hospitals in these countries would be contacted by the doctors here. She needed other information from me to start the process and had things in place to go overseas. March 7th: They were hoping to start chemotherapy today but she needed blood or platelets. She was given a blood transfusion the next day. Sunday, March 11th: It is now three weeks that she has been in hospital, and she is not feeling well today. Monday March 12th: A cat-scan was done because she complained of headaches. She also had a blood transfusion. The doctor told me they had not heard from the hospitals overseas as yet. I was told that they would start the chemotherapy treatment. If she goes to Canada or the USA they will continue where they signed off. March 13th: Finally, she started the chemotherapy treatment today. March 14th: Her chest was swollen; she was seen by the doctor.

The intravenous fluid was disconnected from the portacath, and was placed in the arm. March 15th: The portacath was removed from her chest because her chest remains swollen. It was making her very uncomfortable. On March 16th, Khadya’s condition deteriorated, she said to me, “Mummy, I feel as if I am dying”, and that her tummy was feeling “funny”. I went from her room and started to cry. She was transferred to the Paediatrics Intensive Care Unit (PICU). She was having oxygen by a face mask. She made signal, to me to come to her so I went to her bedside. She said, “Mummy I talk to God and he talk back to me.” I joking said, And what did He told you? She said, “It was between God and me, and I want you to do one thing for me, stop going into the bathroom and cry.” Those were her last words. She was very pale, and lifeless as if she had on blood in her body. The doctors tried to revive her, she did not respond. She closed her eyes and died. My heart is broken; I cried many tears because I missed her so much. When I reflect on her last words to me, I know she is with God. It gives me the strength and a new meaning to life. Each day her words draw me nearer to God. I thank God for those precious 12 years. I will always love and remember you. Mom

Frank Bert Hamilton Harcourt Marshall

My Daddy was a father in every sense of the word; and world. He was a selfless man, who never hesitated to assist anyone when they were in need; even if they didn’t ask for help…he was there. He loved, guided, protected, nurtured, defended, molded and supported me from the time I was born, until the time of his passing. He played an active role throughout my life. He assisted me with homework from Primary School to Secondary School, and then with projects I would have done for courses. He attended all of my PTA meetings, met with my teachers and ensured that he knew my friends. They could never call and just ask to speak to me, without first checking on him.
Whenever I needed a ride to or from school, work, an event, or the airport…he was there ready and willing; no matter the time. Sometimes I didn’t have to ask. After he stopped driving November last year, when he needed to go anywhere, he would ask me to drop him, if he could not get a ride otherwise. We shared a special bond of father-daughter love, and I’m truly grateful to have had him as my father.  See memorial page here.
One thing he always said, is that he has four children, calling my niece Jordan and nephew Johan his children as well. He took on the responsibility of them from the time they were born, and picked them up from school most evenings; and assisted them with their homework. If they were ill, he made sure they saw a doctor.
My father was a family man. He always encouraged a strong family bond, not only within the immediate family, but with his siblings and their offspring as well. When he first found out about his illness in September 2014, he summoned his entire family to the house for a meeting, disclosed his ailment, and encouraged all of the males to get on top of their health situation, and to include the family in everything that they were going through. He encouraged us all to be supportive of one another.
One thing I will never forget him saying to me as he held my hand couple weeks before he passed is “Trust in God”. He is dearly missed… Loving him always and forever.

Reflections on Brother Frank by sister, Merle

Looking through the archives of my memory I first recognize a little boy, big brother, Frank Bert Hamilton Harcourt Marshall, referred to by siblings as Bert, Bertese or simply FBHH.

I see him attending school with Daddy, a teacher at St Bernard’s, before heading to Combermere at age ten and then to Harrison College.

I view Bert, Cousin Leo and myself climbing trees, catching lizards, pitching marbles and with other siblings, playing games of that day.

He and I, being two years apart, tagged together. I recognize us cooking breadfruit, yam and potato and making Ovaltine bakes which ran over the pan.

I helplessly witness a teenager, unjustly punished for misdeeds of others.

I behold a disciplined youth, – respectful and respectable; Sunday School member evolving into teacher; a youngster rising in the ranks of the Church Lads’ Brigade and serving at the altar of St Anne, under the keen mentorship of Canon Clarke.

I see a nineteen-year-old leaving home for the ministry.

I observe a kindred spirit interested in the welfare of others.

I notice a writer using me as a sounding board; a friend informing he was planning his own SURPRISE birthday party.

I feel the anguish of witnessing a vibrant soul reduced to frailty; then – gone.

This noble, humble man, a family man, whom we loved dearly and who loved us the same; the man – Frank, Bert, Bertese, FBHH will fondly live on in our memories.

Tribute by Parry Marshall Snr.


It was a Sunday in 2009 and Frank visited me after church. I was laid up in bed, recovering from major eye surgery.  Unable to do much for myself, I was feeling somewhat sad, to the point of tears. Frank asked me why I was crying. I told him that I felt useless, and that I was not a man to sit around and depend on others to carry my weight.

I always got up and did what I had to do. Frank gave me that look of his, as though, while looking at me, he was looking past me, looking into that reservoir of wisdom, and said, “Parry, God did not put us on this earth to be independent, but to be inter-dependent.” He very often had an alternative point of view that left you thinking. My son eulogized him in part, as being the wisest man he ever met. I had never given thought to that before, but since then, I have, and I am struggling to find someone that I know personally who is wiser.




Tribute by Paul Marshall

The pain of losing a parent is incomprehensible. Especially a parent like my father, someone who has raised, nurtured, guided, mentored, and supported me all my life.

From the stories I have been told, dad was the first to hold me at birth.  I was a wonderful joy to him and mum…his first born. Born into a world of sin from a pure Christian seed!

Filled with a sense of pride and joy and wanting to capture every moment for memories, dad always held me while posing for family photos or had my baby sister play with me while capturing that spontaneous moment…(I hated being photographed).

Dad was very outgoing and sociable…one can only imagine from where I got that characteristic! He always encouraged me to have friends, many friends, but he had to meet them, get to know them, and their parents as well.  Many of my friends from childhood can certainly attest to this, as well as, the values he has instilled in them.

My dad was the Regimental Colonel of the Church Lads’ Brigade…and while growing up at St. Matthew and the Resurrection…I would watch, intrigued, as my dad would line the youngsters up and drill them. I would follow my dad and march onto the field, (left, right, left, right) much to the amusement of these lads, who were then scolded to get serious! Dad’s involvement in this role had such an impact on me,  that with his encouragement, I decided to join the Cub Scouts.

School days were wonderful days! Even if I was sick, I wanted to attend. Dad usually tried his best to deter me from this action…he knew I needed to stay at home and rest…he always knew best!

My sister and I spent many afternoons with Dad while mum was at work. He loved picking us up from school.  A tradition he carried on with my kids. He would spend quality time with them after school, doing homework and other fun educational activities. He did this up until the early stages of his illness.  

I remember on many occasions, driving home from school with dad and he would look at the vehicles’ registration numbers, add them, and be able to tell the factor or square root of those numbers, all within 5 seconds. Well for me, I was none the wiser as to whether he was correct or not.  But I am sure he was! He always had a love for numbers and the ability to make quick calculations. He would grocery shop and have in his head the precise amount of his bill by the time he reached the cashier.  He had a brilliant mind!

Dad always encouraged my sister and I to develop a love for God, strong faith, respect for people and property, love for family…with this, he led by example.

Family has always been very important to dad. This was exhibited with the many picnics he planned and executed.  He kept a firm hand on the preparation of dishes…never neglecting to make his patented macaroni pie, yam pie, as well as yam and salt fish pie!

In 2014, when Dad learnt of his serious health challenges, he summoned his entire family (including his siblings) to make us all aware. Being his ever selfless self, he wanted to make sure that all the males in the family were immediately tested…he did not want his fate to be the fate of any of the other males in the family. 

In life, we all face challenges! I, myself, have faced many. But I can surely say that I have done so with the moral support and guidance of my dad. It is on this premise that I showed my dad the care, love, honour, and support with which he showered me, when he needed it most.

Dad, with all my heart and being, I truly love, respect, and appreciate you for all you have ever given me, shown me, and empowered in me. You are my guiding light! I pray that I will be a shining example of you for your grandchildren whom you truly adored.  

Rest in Peace Dad and Rise in Glory!

Blessed Love


Tribute to Grand dad by Johan Marshall

My fondest memories of my grandad is how kind, gentle and loving he is.

Grandad would collect me from school, take me shopping for snacks and drinks and regularly took me to Chefette.

Grandad always told me he loved me and would hug me, even when he was ill. He would ask me if I had a good day at school.

When he was not ill he took very good care of me.

I love you grand dad and will miss you.


Tribute to Grandad by Jordan Marshall

Those special memories I shared with my Grandad will always make me smile,

If only I could have you back Grandad for just a little while.

We had a wonderful Grandfather,

One who never really grew old

But His smile was made of sunshine,

And his heart was solid gold.

You being there for us through so much,

Just wishing I could be there for you too if such.

But I guess I will miss you every now and then,

Don’t worry I am quite sure to see you sometime again.

The plenty things you’ve done for us,

Don’t mention all the times you were there,

Help me knew deep down inside 

How much you really care.

Even though I might not say everyday

I appreciate all you do

Extremely blessed is how I feel 

Having a Grandfather like you.

 We love you Grandad !

See memorial page here

Sir Clifford Husbands Was Barbados’ Sixth Governor General

Sir Clifford Husbands was Barbados’ sixth Governor General, assuming the position on June 1, 1996, after Dame Nita Barrow, died in office in December 1995. Sir Clifford was the longest serving Governor General of Barbados, functioning as Head of State from 1996 until he retired in October 2011.  There will be a period of mourning for Sir Clifford Husbands from Wednesday, November 1, to Friday, November 3. During that time, all flags will be flown at half-mast, until after his burial. 

Born on 5 August, 1926 at Morgan Lewis Plantation, in the rural parish of St. Andrew. He was educated at Selah Boy’s Elementary School in St. Lucy between 1931 and 1936, and at the Parry School and Harrison College between 1936 and 1946.

On leaving Harrison College, Sir Clifford returned to the Parry School where he taught for three years before studying Law at the Middle Temple in London. Sir Clifford became qualified as a Barrister and was called to Bar there in 1952.



Sir Clifford returned to Barbados and was admitted to practice law at the local Bar. He then entered private practice in the Chambers of Mr. W. W. Reece between 1952 and 1954. In 1954, he acted as Deputy Registrar. From 1954 and 1960, Sir Clifford held various legal appointments in Antigua, Montserrat, Grenada, St. Kitts-Nevis and Anguilla.

Sir Clifford returned to Barbados in 1960 and assumed the role as Assistant to the Attorney-General and Legal Draftsman. He was appointed Director of Public Prosecutions in 1967 and was promoted to the dignity of Queen’s Counsel in 1968.

During his lengthy career, Sir Clifford held the roles of Director of Public Prosecutions, a Supreme Court Judge, Justice of Appeal and acting Chief Justice before becoming Governor General.

In recognition of his long and outstanding legal and judicial service to Barbados, Sir Clifford was awarded the Gold Crown of Merit in 1986 and a Companion of Honour in 1989. He received the highest national honour in1995 when he was made a Knight of St. Andrew.

Condolence books for the former Governor General will be available for signing on Wednesday, November 1, and Thursday, November 2, at the Supreme Court, Whitepark Road, St. Michael, from 8:15 a.m. to 4:15 p.m. both days. A condolence book will also be placed at Harrison College during the period of mourning, between 9:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m., and at St. Lucy Parish Church on the morning of the funeral. The State Funeral will also be carried live on television and radio.


The funeral procession will depart Lyndhurst Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael, at 7:45 a.m., and head north along the Ronald Mapp Highway accompanied by outriders from the Royal Barbados Police Force. Members of the Barbados Defence Force would serve as pallbearers and accompany the procession, which is expected to arrive at the church at 8:30 a.m.

There will be a musical prelude from the Royal Barbados Police Force Band from 9:00 a.m. until the arrival of the Chief Justice, the Prime Minister and the current Governor General. A traditional Anglican service will begin at 10:00 a.m. and end just after 11:00 a.m. The internment will be in the church yard and Sir Clifford will be laid next to his late wife, Lady Husbands.

Following the Gun Salute and The Last Post and Reveille, the grave will be covered and wreaths laid by Sir Clifford’s children, the Prime Minister and Chief Justice.

Former Bishop of Barbados, The Right Reverend Dr. Rufus Brome; Dean Emeritus, Senator The Very Reverend Harold Crichlow; Priest-in-charge of St. Lucy Parish Church, Reverend Canon Seibert Small; and Chairman of the Barbados Christian Council, Reverend Canon Noel Burke, will officiate at the service.

Sir Frederick Ballantyne, Governor General of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, will be among the specially-invited guests expected to attend.

A Pastor, Carpenter, Husband & Father

My dad William T Franklyn, passed away when I was 3 years old. His face is sketchy in my mind but it feels as if I know him. I know he would’ve liked the man I’ve grown to be. He was born on the 15th February 1962 and passed away on the 7th April 1998. His body was laid to rest at the Bushy Park Cemetery.

He was pastor of Ragged Point Wesleyan and a carpenter by profession. I can say he was passionate about his work as a carpenter, as he hired no one to do anything on his house, he would do it himself. His passion for God was no different, travelling on missionary trips and dedicating his resources to the Ministry. He also found the love of his life (my mom) Claudette Franklyn on a missionary trip. Dad definitely killed two birds with one stone I’ll say.



Dad’s passing was not easy, as my brothers and I were small kids and it was very hard to understand certain things. For my mom it was like her other half was gone. She had to raise us three boys without a father figure, but it was by the grace of God we have turned out to be bold, hardworking, kind-hearted young gentlemen. We try our bests to make her proud and fill her heart with comfort.

Being the last of three children I wasn’t spared from his punishment. As young as I was I was corrected just as efficiently as my brothers.
There was this one time, the memory is as crystal clear like I’m still three years old. It all started as my dad was preparing for a nightly church service. He got us together and said “No one is to watch television until I return home!” We all replied “Okay dad.” Off to church he went and 5 minutes hadn’t even passed before me and my 2 brothers were daring each other to turn on the TV.

We all knew how furious dad would’ve gotten if he had found out we disobeyed him directly. That didn’t stop us and before long the TV was on and we all sat there enjoying the night time cartoons. Brothers wouldn’t be brothers without disputes and so said so done. My eldest brother told me to go lock the window and my reply was no, as I was too invested in the TV show. That as we had grew to learn, was called ‘back chat’. Back chat wasn’t allowed and was a certain no no in our house as kids. “Wait until daddy get home” my eldest brother reassured.




Time passed and we had heard a knocking at the door… No one dared to moved because the TV was still on. My other big brother now who is the second oldest, crawled on his belly, offed the TV and opened the door for our father. It seemed he had forgotten about his rule not to turn on the TV, but my brother didn’t forget to tell him about my back chat. All you could hear is “Kenny said what?!” he shouted and I was lifted by my ankle upside down, while he drew his belt… I knew never to give back chat again.

From the little bits of memory that have come together, they’ve made me the man that I am today, the man that I model to be…. I do it for my dad. We really miss you dad, R.I.P




Bajans Celebrate Life & Death In Song And Dance

Since Africans have landed here in Barbados we have had funeral traditions that have stood the test of time for decades, even centuries. But our traditions are vastly different from those in other countries and cultures. The video below is of a woman who wanted her memories to be remembered in joy and happiness.

Remembering Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson was born on August 29th, 1958, family, friends, the Obit Moments family and artists who have been inspired by the late King of Pop have been remembering him on this date that would have marked his 59th birthday.

It was eight years ago that pop superstar Michael Jackson died at 50 at his home in Los Angeles.

The King of Pop, known for creating timeless music across multiple genres, died on June 25th, 2009, after going into cardiac arrest.

He Loved Corn Beef In Anyway You Gave It To Him

Frank Lacey was born on the 25th October 1934 in this lovely Caribbean island Barbados. He was father of five children which includes myself Linnelle, and grandfather of many.

Daddy was a bubbly, energetic, cool and quiet man. He enjoyed making a lot of sport and loved to put a smile on your face. He was a very talkative person, always asking questions or telling a story. Most of these stories were about himself as a small boy playing cricket and getting licks. One person he would always talk about is his deceased mother ‘Ma’. He really loved and missed her, as gran was a sweetheart.

She Was A Very Quiet, Kind Hearted, Loving And Caring Person

On August 3rd 1932, God sent an angel into this world by the name of Latchmin Ramtohul and took her home on February 19th 2017 at the age of 84. She was born in Guyana but later in her young days moved to Barbados for a better life. Just to name a few family members… she was the mother of Baby, Galo, Vernon… grandmother of my mother Teresa, Annie, Ann, Lulu and great grandmother of myself Vijay, my sister Raveena, my brother Ajay, Abdullah, Mubarak, Aabidah, Ameena, Asma, Alex, Andrea, Jazeera, Antonio.

I Was From Guyana – He Was From Barbados And That Was The Least Of Our Differences

It is difficult when you lose someone you love, a person you spent so many days with. There is a strange emptiness, a void, this person used to fill. The house is quieter; you find yourself becoming quieter too.

 These were the sentiments of Althea McClean who lost her husband of ten years, Mack McClean to lupus.  When asked to describe her late husband, she stops to collect herself. It is difficult for her to summarize the totality of what he was to her.  

A Man With A Hearty Laugh And Generous Spirit

Ricardo Clyde Johnson was known simply as ‘Clyde’ to those around him. A man with a hearty laugh and generous spirit was the character that went along with that name. In 2016, those around him took a hard losing not only a father, a step- father, a husband but also a true friend.

Cylde Johnson was born on July 11th in the year 1959. Raised in a poor family he did not have the quintessential or easy upbringing. Those who surrounded him, and were loved by him could easily recite the many hardships he experienced in his upbringing. Despite the challenges of his early life however, Clyde turned things around for himself. He made it his life’s mission to always care for his family which comprised of his wife, his step- daughter, step- son and son.