by Dennis Drake Jr.
Good Morning. Just putting a few words and thoughts on paper and saying a personal goodbye to my dear friend Wayne. Had the borders been open I would have been on a plane immediately.However I am here in spirit, not to mourn his passing but to celebrate his life. It’s ironic that one who was so full of life was taken too soon. As I am sure everybody else is, I am still numb and at a loss for words.
Please allow me to share a few thoughts with you.Let me begin by defining ‘friendship’.
The qualities of friendship I came up with are:
• Being there for each other, physically yes, but more importantly spiritually
• Being a confidante, a coach, a mentor as we embark on the journey of life
• Being someone who crosses your mind every so often, even though you have not seen them for such a long time
• Being someone who brings a smile to your face, thinking about the good times that you had, memories that you will treasure forever.
I can go on and on, but let me stop here.
Wayne was a true friend, a life-long friend. This is a friendship that is over 50 years old. We had good times together which will always be treasured memories.- such as riding to Mayaro on a small Honda motorbike, in the dark of night, in the pouring rain, to find a lime‘somewhere down there’. You also introduced us (Norris Achong and myself), to spearfishing. We spent many a Sunday morning down the islands and up the north coast as far Maracas in our little pirogue.
Wayne, what can I say? In you I saw a true gentleman, a family man, a wise man, someone who you know has your back and will do anything in his power to help you. My friend, you have shown me the way in so many respects, more than you will ever know, more than I will ever know. And I thank you for that. It goes without saying that I am certain you have instilled all these noble qualities in your children, Rachel and Ramon and grandchildren, Aiden and Leila.
I started by listing some characteristics of ‘friendship’. I will end by saying that you were all that and more! I am still smiling, remembering something that you told me years ago – ‘brothers, from different mothers’ .RIP my brother. They don’t make them like you anymore.