On National Heroes’ Day last year, my long-time friend, Kemorine Miller, gave me a card in celebration of my being awarded an honour. In all of the excitement, I didn’t open it right away. I was so mad with myself when I later read Kemorine’s words. They would have been so good to share at the gathering at my home on Heroes’ Day. So, a year later, I’m posting them here, in appreciation of Kemorine’s generosity.
“Carolyn mi chile, mi heart full. Mi proud caan dun. If mi nuh mine sharp, di hola mi swell up an bus. Wat a ting wen from fi mi generation mi owna fren from high school tun lecturer, auta an big-big educata.
Gal, mi glad seh yuh did teck een all weh Mas Eddie an Mas Mervyn did a teach yuh up a Uwee so now yuh coulda tun profesa like dem an now yuh get honours like dem. Wat a sinting mi live fi si!
Chile, wa mi really glad fa is dat a nuh mi one si all weh yuh a duh ina education. Dis ya National Hona tideh is di crowning glory. Mas George an Mama Modesta bright yeye pickney, mi prouda yuh. Nuff, nuff respect.”
Kemorine mi dear, nuff, nuff thanks!