By Marcella A. André-Georges
When the dust settles….as it will,
We will all ponder…as we are want to do…
about life, about meaning, about love,
about who we are in the grand scheme of things;
Spiritual beings, on a physical journey.
We will talk about where we were and what we were doing when we got the news
“ah who ah call me at this hour?” said one “Jacqui wake me up” said another.
We will talk about how we felt, and how we feel.
Through haggard and tired looking faces, we will all cry.
We will think of the conversations we had with him, about him, because of him.
We will look at those around us and listen to their stories
We will crack jokes and repeat his famous phrases – “look, jus cut he off!”
We will think of the “family” we have gained because of the opportunity he afforded us.
We will think of his raucous laughter and his straightforward stare
We will think of our lives and try to come to terms with the fact that …
We will no longer see him here.
In the moment, we will write poems quoting Shakespeare and the Bible
“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” Hamlet
“what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him” Psalm 8:4
We will hug our family and friends a little harder and longer
We will have fleeting thoughts that “none of us come to stay”.
We will try…. not to think of the future, of how? … of how we will go ooooonnnnnnnnn
Of our own mortality….….no… not yet…”we not goin down dat road” not yet…
We will think of the meaning of legacies and the power of ONE
OMG – Observer Media Group!!!
All imagined or real hurts and affronts will immediately be laid aside as…
Say one, say two, Cuss you now and hug you later was synonymous with Winston.
But for now,
While we try to see our own faces through the collected specs of reality
While we try to comfort others who may appear weaker…
during our own passing moments of strength
While we think of his wife and family, each one of them…Georgie…
While we try to forge a brave front through the calls, the emotional fatigue,
the VOICES… of so many people, of a nation mourning and recalling,
While we consider with a wry shake of the head how some are always ready to bestow flowers…after the fact
While we embrace the pain of a loss that will echo often, unexpectedly, fondly,
throughout the remaining fabric of our individual lives,
While we gather, to do something, .anything …
make some coffee, make some tea, answer a phone, read a text, call a friend
For now, and for all times, we must remain GRATEFUL.
We must recall how he made us feel….
Each person in their own way.
While we embrace the unwelcomed pain… and sadness
We must embrace also the love, the warmth, the laughter, the joy he shared.
We must summon our own courage, our own truth, our own strength
We must be honest; we must be frank and brave.
We must recall how blessed we have all been to have been touched by Winston Derrick.
When the dust settles, we will all be wiser, stronger, and resolute
and we will hummm along – off key – to a sweet tune as he often did.
The knowledge that only LOVE is perfect will sustain us.
For, WHAT IS MAN?
Go in peace… go with God, and go with Love Winston.
May your ancestors welcome your return.
May the silent wishes of your heart – love, togetherness, and unity reign with those of us still here.
The first editorial to be published in The Daily OBSERVER’s inaugural issue on January 27, 1994 was written by Winston Derrick. The title was ‘About Ourselves’
When it dawned upon us that most citizens under forty years of age have never had the benefit of reading a daily newspaper; we felt, and knew…that something had to be done.
After all, we had the benefit of living abroad, and remembered the pleasure it gave us to read the several papers that were available daily. Why are our citizens so deprived? In our youth we remember the Antigua Magnet, The Antigua Star and the Workers Voice, all dailies of the past. The Star and The Magnet are no longer available. The Workers Voice is now a weekly.
We went into action. We tried to interest fellow citizens in the idea of a daily newspaper, not so much as an investment for profit, but as a service to the community. For the most part our pleadings fell on deaf ears.
The idea that we are all our brothers’ keepers has long left the community. We no longer spend time, invest money, derive joy and pleasure, from serving our fellow man. We have developed into an all grabbing little or no caring society, who couldn’t care less if the nation sinks, or swims, or the people suffer, or die.
Be that as it may, we press on, safe in the knowledge that our efforts would not be in vain. Today you can see the results of our efforts. It may not look much different from similar publications of its size, but the manner in which it is produced tells the story.
We are making this effort principally for the benefit of the young people of the nation. We want to give them opportunities that we have had. We want to expand their minds, please their souls and gratify their yearning for knowledge. If at the end of all this we make a profit, so be it. If we don’t, what greater joy can one have than to serve his fellow man?
We ask for something in return. We ask you treat the paper as your personal paper. Use it as you wish. Send your thoughts. Let us know your dreams and aspirations. Use it as a medium to communicate with your fellow man. Let us share your life. Give us the hope and encouragement that we deserve. Let us know when we are wrong, or have been wronged. Bare your soul to us, as we shall do to you.
Let us march together, step by step, into the future as the light of The Daily Observer shines upon us and illuminates the road ahead. We shall no longer be deprived of a daily newspaper, The Daily Observer shall always be there to light the way.
Signed W. Derrick.