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September 23, 2007
Everywhere I go, everything I do, I see, feel and remember you. I wanted so badly for you to experience all the joys that life has to offer. The memories we shared somewhat comforts me. Thanks again, for being my son. Le Ron, I saw so many of my own traits in you. You have lived your life well. Everyone has remarked in good favour. Your death has affected so many persons, some who didn’t even know you, and that is their loss. It is 3:20 am on Sept 19, 07. I know you are on sentry, looking out for your family and friends, even at this time. You were always the protector. You have changed all our lives.

Le Ron, life will not be the same, but as your father and pardner, I will strive every day to ensure that your death was not in vain. I am constantly looking for revelation (answers). I know you are up there volunteering for everything and, I am sure, continuing to be a hero. Anyway, you can assist me in one thing, to help me find the meaning of your life… your life’s purpose. Leave a sign, I will find it. The remainder of my life will be to ensure there are answers to all this, pardner, and that they are realized. Son, I LOVE YOU… Every time I wear my uniform now, I wear it even prouder than before, because of you.

In your life, Le Ron, every significant event you had, I was there. Nothing could have kept me away. Everything I did in my life was to strengthen you and you in turn were my strength. Your mother truly loved you (her little boy) and she has done her very best. You were indeed a perfect mould. Know that even the tough moments were to ensure that the best approach was taken to strengthen and guide you to become the beautiful person you eventually did. I only wish I could have been in your presence more and shared more memories. I miss all that I missed in your life. If only I could have known… Thank you, Pardner, for being so thoughtful, and for creating all those memories evidenced by the pictures and videos you made. No one knew at the time why you were doing it, but we all understand now. I miss your presence.

Love, Dad
September 23, 2007
A father’s message to his son…you will always be remembered

To my son and ‘pardner’:

Son, it has taken me a very long time to write to you, I’ve deliberately stayed away. The time has come for me to put pen to paper...

I write to you to tell you that you have made me a proud father. I was proud from the day you were born and will be proud forever more, until eternity. I remember clearly how it felt to be in your presence and that memory I keep forever. Someone once told me that even though my father may be dead, he is not gone, because I could still hear his voice speaking to me and guiding me. That was very true. Leron, you have died, but pardner you are not gone. I keep hearing and seeing you every day. I love you all, my son, and I know that you knew that. I know you may have sometimes thought that I was tough, but remember, you also were a tough lad yourself, and so I needed to be. All was done with love to ensure that became the person you eventually did.

I lay here, some months after, still unable to sleep… It is 2am and I am sorting though your pictures for a new album I got. Staring at your face in every picture, each one telling a story of how strong, passionate, loving and caring you were. Let’s not forget, protective. All who knew you felt you looked out for them, and continue to. Always the protector, I know you are still protecting us, from wherever you are. Pardner, the pain is unbearable. Everyone says that I’m strong and you know that I am, but I am here crying as I write this because it hurts so bad, pardner. If I could change or reverse this moment, this I would surely do, you know this. There is nothing under the sun that I would not have done for you.

My being is still searching for an answer to reverse this. My brain knows that I can’t, but my heart and soul are not giving up. Your death has affected so many persons and I have watched your relatives, friends, godparents share in the pain. I don’t know how to feel, I am lost, confused and this is strange for me. Every day I wake up hoping that it’s all a bad dream; it can’t be true. I remember recently when we were speaking, you said ‘dad, I am trying so hard to be just like you’. I saw the ambition to surpass me in everything, and you have done so. I am very, very proud of you, my pardner, my hero.

A proud father ‘till my death when we will meet again…

Sleep on, brave soldier, sleep on…

September 23, 2007
I was privileged to live with Leron and share a special part of his life between the ages of 6 and 11 at which time he migrated to the US to live with his mom Simona (Kim). Leron was a very well-rounded child, his early years carefully planned by his father Lawrence to include just the right balance of work and play. The result of this was a very happy, content little boy who, even when he wouldn't get his way, was quite happy to make 'lemonade out of his lemons'.

To date, his smile and laugh remain the sweetest, most infectious I have ever had the pleasure to witness, a vivid picture imprinted forever in my memory. His entire face would light up when he laughed and you couldn't help but laugh too when he related one of his million and one stories or jokes.

He was such a brave boy, who believed that nothing was impossible and in his naiveté and enthusiasm, took risks very few of us would even consider. A very loving child, he was never shy about expressing his love both physically and verbally, to his parents whom he loved dearly, his family and friends. Leron, for allowing me to share your life and your love, I thank you. The honour was and remains mine. I will always love you; you will be forever in my heart.

Aunty Jenny.
September 23, 2007
Dear Little Edgar,

I’m sorry that I could not be there to tell you goodbye. It has been such a long time since I’ve seen that devious, wicked-looking smile on your face.

Real soldier that you are, you would not want me to shed any tears. I cannot promise that! Anyhow, you went down like a real trooper, with your darn boots on.

Big Edgar, granddad, would be proud of you. I too am very proud of you.

The gates of heaven have just been opened wide to receive you. The sentries are at Present Arms. Rise up Little Edgar, and return their compliment. Rest in Peace Little Edgar, Rest in Peace.

Uncle Grantley

Trinidad & Tobago Cadet Force
Force’s Regimental Sgt. Maj.(FRSM)