What a week, so hard to describe or find the right words. In a lot of ways it has been wonderful, but that does not really seem like the right thing to say under the circumstances. There is no doubt that we are all devastated to lose Uncle Tono and I am pretty sure that the worst is yet to come but right now it has been great to be together and recount stories and memories. Every day there are new glowing tributes in the local and international papers as well as visitors coming by to tell us what Tony Cozier meant to them. I am so proud that the recurring theme is how much more he was then just one of the worlds greatest cricket commentators. That he was a true Bajan, a true West Indian, he transcended colour and class and never allowed it to define him. There has been an out cry as to why he was never knighted, or given other honours, the truth is that is not what he wanted and not what he was about. The Tony we talk about every night when we are sitting out on the famous One Acre gallery is that one, the down to earth, witty, story telling, always teasing, Tono.
Tomorrow we will say our good byes but I am positive the legendary Tony Cozier will be talked about for many generations to come.
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| Our nightly dinners, all at the table, every night. One of my favourite things about being at One Acre is we always eat together. |
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| And we always eat something yummy, my fabulous God Mother frying some fish. |
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| Last night the gallery full again, some very funny stories were told. |
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| I love this, the girls wrote this on the shelf above his spot in the bed (never mind the dust, it is hard to get too!) |
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