Remembering my dad: 31 years ago

I would consider myself to be one of the luckiest folks because for all of my life and as long as I can remember I have been so very fortunate to be blessed with great and wonderful mentors and this was what my beloved dad was to me.  

31 years ago on an Easter Saturday, April 02 1988, dad took leave of us when he passed on peacefully from a heart attack. Unfortunately for me I was not at his side when he left us but as I would always say, he was one of the finest mentors that I have ever known.

Dad was never afraid to share his knowledge and experiences with me. He filled my mind and being with endless info ranging from religion and politics to economics and history, and from geography and what I call street lessons to any and everything.

Dad was my main mentor and even today as I grow older and hopefully a bit wiser I can call on so many of his teachings and life’s lessons to help me navigate this stressed and busy world.  

I’ll never forget you, Dad, and I know that on that day when we finally meet again the sun will shine down on us in all of its glory. Then we will embrace and I will place my hand in your warm, welcoming one! I will hear your soft voice welcoming me home and I’ll rest my head on your strong firm shoulder and whisper in your ear, “So glad to see you again, Dad!” 

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A Tribute to My Mentor, Friend, and Adviser

How he touched my life.

The day I heard that you had passed on was the day that I lost a small piece of my heart and the moment I realized that you were no longer with us was the one when I discovered that one of the most important persons in my life was gone forever.

 

It has been said that as a general rule of thumb, there are at least five persons that one would meet during the course of their life that would have a lasting impact on them and for me the late Maurice Connor was one of these.  I first met MR. Conn as a child when I attended the School for the Blind and from then until now I was privileged and honoured to have known him.  As a student, he was always there for me; coaching, mentoring, encouraging, and sometimes pushing hard for me to keep on fighting the good fight.  As an adult, he continued to mentor me and was never tired of listening to me tell him all about my ventures and adventures.  He was one of the best listeners that I have ever known.

 

As a music teacher, he was tough but at the same time, gentle and encouraging.  Each time I returned to Trinidad from abroad, I made it my priority to call and visit him and sometimes he would visit my home and have a meal with my mom and me.  I loved his unique sense of humor, his ability to analyze quickly and offer words of wisdom, but most of all, I appreciated his closeness to God.  Our friendship was one that stretched across the seas; from Canada to Trinidad and way beyond.

 

I always looked forward to receiving his early morning emails.  He never complained about anything.  Instead, he wanted to know how I was doing and his words of encouragement were always welcomed.  MR. Conn had an insatiable appetite to learn.  Whenever he did not hear from me he would send an email inquiring about my well being and each time I came to Trinidad we would speak regularly on the phone.  The exchange of Christmas Day and New Years Day calls were traditions between us.  How much I treasured our chats, his rich laughter, and his quiet words of wisdom.

 

In 1972, MR. Conn was part of a very successful team that helped to ensure my success at the O level examinations.  He was so proud of this accomplishment and never tired of telling me how happy he was to have been part of the effort.  He would never know how very grateful I was to have had him as my coach and mentor then.

 

When I lost my vision five years ago, it was MR. Conn who helped me to cope.  He would often write me saying:  "Put your hand in the hand of the lord and walk with him."  When I lost my brother Robert 2 years ago, it was MR. Conn again who helped me to cope.  He came to Robert's funeral and He would never know how much I appreciated him being there.  He told me that it was God's will that Robert was taken and that I had to trust in the good Lord.

 

This soft, gentle and peace loving man was unique.  His music will live on for many moons.  His dedication and commitment to the causes of blind Trinidadians will never be forgotten.  MR. Conn was one of the most selfless persons that I know.  He was extremely modest despite his many achievements and he never sought anything in return for his tireless efforts.

 

Rest in Peace MR. Conn.  Your Soul is free now and I am sure that on a very quiet night, I will be able to hear you playing your lilting music and I may be even lucky enough to hear you say "D.J!  How goes it?"  Now you will be able to see the bright yellow sun, the fragrant flowers, the swaying trees, and the rolling blue sea.  I will never forget you and I will always do my best to live up to your expectations.  I promise to keep on fighting the good fight.

 

Thank you for having allowed me to be part of your life and for having come into mine.

D.J (for this is what he always called me).