Uncle Clevey 1st on left at Robert's wedding, RIU, Montego Bay, Jamaica.

I really do not know where to start.  Here we go;  My favourite uncle without a doubt.  I can't believe he is gone, I just saw him in August.  I am glad I went home, it wasn't in my plans to visit Jamaica this year but, as it may I will be there twice. 
  When I heard that uncle Clevey was sick I knew I had to go see him.  I am glad I did, we talked and he told me some things, one was that I would not see him again.  I told him that he was going to be here for a long time.  but, the most high had other plans for my favourite uncle. 
  Uncle clevey migrated to London, England in the 50s, so growing up I only heard his name, saw pictures.  I clearly remembered each month, my grandmother (Clina Rutty) would get a letter from Uncle Clevey religiously, and I had to go to her house and read the letter to her.  So, I got to know the person he was; he was kind, thoughtful, easy going, serious, joyful, caring, familyman, concern for others, among other adjectives. 
  I remembered him coming to Jamaica, I was about 12 years old.  Thats the first time I saw him and I said to myself, he is a giant.  He was tall, very handsome, always with a serious look on his face as if he was always thinking about something.  Then our eyes meet and he had the most welcoming smile on his face.  He didnt say much, very quiet man.  Over the years he would come out on vacations, to visit his mom and dad.  I was always eager to see him.
  Uncle Clevey retired, came to Jamaica to lived.  Now, I was grown and was very happy to be a little taller than him, as if it was my goal.  I just wanted to measure up up him, be his height, be the man he was, the father he was, the person he was......I miss you man, I miss you.....