Constania Fearon by Gracious Grafx

She Made A Difference!

What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make. Jake Goodall 2

This Is Her Life!

The Beginning of the Journey… 6.28.1946

“All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts.” William Shakespeare It wasn’t an ordinary day - June 28, 1946, when a beautiful bouncing bundle of joy - the first child for Gwendolyn and Oscar, a baby girl, entered the stage of life in the quiet rural district of Pennants in Clarendon. She was given the unusual name Constantia Viola and was the pride and joy of everyone. As she grew, she blossomed into a well-behaved, purpose-driven child whose first school was Chapelton All-Age and after passing her final exam secured a place at Clarendon College. Her first job was at a basic school in Pennants from 1966 to 1967. This true visionary, through her solid principles, sincerity, kindness, humility, uprightness, dedication and hard work, impacted and affected the lives of many with a kind of greatness that was not dependent on fortune. The way she maintained her balance, displaying humble but eloquent expressions of faith, integrity, trustworthiness, courage, diligence, dependability and grit, speaks volumes of her strong yet unassuming personality. Her desire for greener pastures and waking up to seeing the Caribbean Sea every morning brought her to St. Ann in 1968. She immediately secured a job at the Steer Town All-Age School as a pre-trained teacher. She had an undying passion and interest in Early Childhood Education and spared no time in honing the skills needed to effectively and efficiently execute her duties. In 1973, she started her academic sojourn in ensuring required qualifications and enrolled at the Saint Joseph’s Teachers’ College in Kingston. Viola kept climbing up the ladder and in June 1992 received a Diploma in Teaching Early Childhood Education and then in July 1999, a Bachelor of Education Degree, Second Class Honours from the University of the West Indies. Her internship was done at the St. Ann’s Bay Primary from September 1972 to 1973. She then returned to Steer

Town Primary and Junior High in 1974 where she served in the capacity as Grade Coordinator and Acting Vice Principal in 2004. After 31 sterling years, she retired in 2005. Constantia reached the admirable goal of having deposited knowledge, wisdom and skills in the minds of hundreds of students during her tenure in the classroom. She was an expert at dealing with the little ones that she taught for many years. It is an understatement to say that she loved children and was endeared to them in many ways. She possessed the ability to impact and add value to them - teacher par excellence.

Not long after she relocated to St. Ann, she met Adonijah Spencer and the union produced two wonderful children - Omar her only son and Kemeish her second daughter. Phillipa (Jackie), the first, was born in Clarendon and had accompanied her mother to St. Ann.

Constantia, an incandescent eagle, a unique soul with a brilliant mind, a woman of worth and purpose, one who believed in doing the best she could with what she had in whatever condition she found herself, was a devoted and outstanding mother. She not only mothered her own children, but also her siblings whom she brought one by one to join her in search of a better life. She was a real ‘mother hen’

who was integrally involved in the lives of all her siblings. The silent strength she possessed forced her to go after dignity and quality which has earned her the right in the Hall of Fame of ‘Great Ladies’. A woman of virtue, her heart was focused and gazed fixed. She was strong, yet comforting, firm, yet forgiving. She was a treasure, the kind of woman whose support made a difference. She was no dreamer but a doer, one who recognized and nurtured the unique gifts that she naturally possessed - the calm sincere milk of an enriched heart, sedate confidence and ability to gently influence those with whom she came in contact. The life she lived and the work she did are speaking for her. Her footprints can’t be wiped away from the marks and acts of kindness that are left behind. Constantia was multi-talented, mother, teacher, an outstanding cook who could use any food to ‘whip up’ a sumptuous meal. The country girl dexterity surfaced in many dishes. One of her specialties was cooking a ‘common fowl’. She savored such activity with a passion and was always ready to boast about how delicious it was. She enjoyed sharing her meals with anyone whom she could find. Sharing was a pastime of hers. She had a heart for people and being the eldest child, she knew what it was to be caring and protective. Talk about the baker she was. Christmas would never go by without her making her steamed cake. The Christmas mixture would see some cakes baked in the oven but a portion would also be put in a cake tin with a cover and then in a pot to steam. She was the only person I knew to keep up that old-time way of utilizing her culinary skills. Dressmaking was also one of her pastimes. Her machine was an integral part of her life. Many uniforms were made and renovated for her grandchildren and Godchildren. She touched the world with grace and dignity, highest integrity and deepest faith. A real mother with hidden strength, great transparency, a hard worker, sober-minded woman of character. Words are not enough and accolades high enough to describe her. We all have the responsibility to perpetuate the strength, wisdom and balance we learned from her. The true worth of success lies not where we come to be at journey’s end but in the lives we touch along the way. It matters not how long one lives but how. Her positive thinking, quiet dignity, sincere devotion to God, family and friends have left an indelible mark and will serve as a template for many generations.

One of the purest and most enduring of human pleasures is to be found in the possession of a good name among one’s neighbours and acquaintances. Maruka was honest, kind, gentle, moderate, sincere, and a no-nonsense person. She got along easily and pleasantly with everyone. Many lasting bonds were made at the workplace. She kept in touch with most of them here and overseas. Such a genuine soul. She gave her time and she willingly expected nothing in return. For many decades she graced Calvary Tabernacle, was baptized in the name of Jesus and received the precious gift of the Holy Ghost. Her favorite seat at the left side door is known by all her brethren. There she was caressed by the cool Caribbean breeze as she enjoyed singing, praising and worshipping God in her unique way. She was cognizant of the importance of serving God and ensured that she connected and maintained that relationship. Her life was meaningful and gratifying. Constantia was a heroine in many ways. Her exceptional qualities still stand tall. Even though she is gone she will still stand erect and proud, fastened to the principles so carefully placed within her soul. She knew how to pray and made it a staple in her life. Always so good, unselfish and kind. Few on earth her equal to find, Honorable and upright in all her ways. Loyal and true to the end of her days. Her neighbours admired her poise and community spirit. Miss Tat and Mr. Boreland, as she called them, were very dear and close to her. She often spoke about the big pot of soup that she got every Saturday after leaving the hospital in October. Being also willing and available to help she was an active member of the Greenwich Acres Citizens Association. That was the nature of the woman we knew as ‘Ferrie’. Her infectious laughter and sense of humour distinguished her as a special being. In October of 2021, Constantia became ill and spent three weeks in the St. Ann’s Bay Hospital. To the delight of all of us, she seemingly got better and started to slowly return to normal activities. In

December she was visited by Omar her only son and spent quality time with him. She was always thrilled when her children and grandchildren were around her. She took pleasure in savouring the moments. One of her greatest delights was when her grandchildren were left with her for an extended period. Heaven came down and glory filled her soul. A few days after Omar left, she started feeling ill again. She was again admitted to the hospital and after a while was transferred to the Kingston Public Hospital. She sadly passed on February 5. Words are inadequate to capture and express the extent of the grief we feel. We don’t think of her as gone away, her journey has just begun, life holds so many facets – this earth is only one… We think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched. Nothing loved is ever lost and mommy, teacher, Child of God, confidante, advisor, friend, daughter and sister, grandmother and many more, was loved so much. She remains our strength. Her flame will never be extinguished. While in the hospital she could be heard praying and speaking in tongues on more than one occasion. At one stage many patients joined in and what a glorious time it was. Today we salute the memory of one who has left the world better than she found it. Viola had an undying love for her mother, Aunt Gwen, her siblings, children, and grandchildren and did all that was in her power to enhance their lives and serve them. Although your hearts are broken, do not look forward to the changes and chances of this life in fear. Rather look to them with full hope that as they arise, God, whose you are, will deliver you out of them. He has kept you hitherto – do you but hold fast to his dear hand and he will lead you safely through all things. And when you cannot stand, he will bear you up in His arms. He will take care of you. There are no goodbyes for us; wherever you are you will always be in our hearts. To Kemeish her baby daughter, we say thanks a million for standing and stepping up like a real trooper to attend to and care for your mom. You displayed strength of character, even though hurting deeply. God will certainly reward you. Even though it was difficult, you were present at the hospital every day. Thanks a million. Love is the only service that power cannot command, and money cannot buy. She leaves behind three children – Phillipa (Jackie), Omar and Kemeish; sisters, brothers, four grandchildren – Jhamiel, Jaeyah, Jhada and Taj; Daddy – Adonijah, a host of relatives and friends, Calvary Tabernacle Family and her adopted son, Rohan White, whom she met at the hospital. He became dear to her – praying for her, assisting in many ways.

Say not in grief that she is no more, but live in thankfulness that she was. Fading away like the stars of the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus, would we pass from earth and its toiling, Only remembered by what we have done. Shall we be missed though by succeeded? Reaping the fields, we in springtime have sown? Yes, but the sowers must pass from their labours, Ever remembered by what they have done. Only the truth, that in life we have spoken, Only the seed that on earth we have sown These shall pass onwards when we are forgotten, Fruits of the harvest and what we have done A fruitful harvest requires a fruitful life. Death Hath no Terror for the blood-bought one, O Glory Hallelujah to the Lamb! Rest in peace Maruka, until that glorious day when we shall meet in the sweet by and by. We cannot Lord thy purpose see, but all is well that’s done by thee.

Mother You Are… …One in a million …A gift from God …Our inspiration …A sacrificial giver

Not always eye to eye but always heart to heart… Mom, our hearts ache… WE MISS YOU!

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To: Miss Constantia V. Fearon Steer Town Primary and Junior High School “Strive Towards Success” 1974 – 2005

A woman of substance That is who you are A giver of love No doubt you are A woman whose friendship Is world without end A woman who is caring, helpful and kind. It is with profound gratitude and deep respect that we the members of staff of the Steer Town Primary and Junior High, take this opportunity to register our appreciation for your thirty-one years of service to this institution from the year nineteen seventy four to two thousand and five (1974-2005). Miss Fearon, you know the importance of early childhood education so it is no wonder that you spent many years in the lower primary (grades one through four). You are an excellent Grade One Teacher and your propensity for them shines bright. You maintained a positive relationship with your students and created a productive learning environment. With zest and great patience you would mould young minds who came under your care. You have over the years maintained a print rich environment and so students took great pleasure in learning in your classroom. Great care was taken in creating stimulating learning activities and you always provided opportunities for student involvement in lesson development by making it fun for them and not abandoning their spontaneity. You were effective at

preparing instructional plans and defined curricular objectives in terms of students’ needs and abilities. You showed keen interest in ensuring that period assessments were done for all students so that progress or regression could be encouraged and addressed respectively. You not only worked on their academic potential but also their social, physical, emotional and spiritual behavior. You were always sensitive to the individual needs of your students and provided appropriate timely guidance and assistance for them. You have displayed good organizational skills, confidence when teaching and working with staff and practiced flexibility in whatever task you were asked to perform. Your personal qualities of poise, confidence, flexibility and personal commitment were admired by all. Today, we take time out to salute you for the many goals you have achieved and the sterling contribution you have made towards the development of education at this noble institution. Truly Constantia, you are a phenomenal woman and an exemplary educator. Thank you for your service to the children and parents of the community of Steer Town and may God continually bless you. Signed by the Steer Town Primary and Junior High School Committee Chairman of 2007, the Senior Teacher of 2007 and the then Vice Principal, Miss. E Minott and presented to Miss Fearon in June of 2007.

Our “A Grade” Teacher Reflections from past students She was THE favorite TEACHER of ALL time! We even loved that she had no reservations in doing whatever it took to keep us in line. She was an “A grade” teacher because she was first a gold star human being. She instilled in us love, self-motivation and purposefully amplified ONLY the good things about us. I can still hear her voice teaching the multiplication table after lunch break. She drilled us until we got it. Her influence stretched beyond the walls of the classroom and impacted my everyday life. I am a better, well-rounded human being today because of her influence and tutelage. She taught with patience and compassion. She is the reason I can read today. Others would have given up but, not teacher Fearon. She was an amazing educator and a gem who wanted to make me learn and do well in everything. Kindness, generosity, naturally caring… are some attributes that make her a remarkable teacher. One parent was devastated with no lunch money nor clothing for her child but Ms. Fearon made sure the student was fed, clothed and lacked nothing to impede her educational success.

Once there was a child who was not allowed in school because of registration issues. Ms. Fearon told the parent to bring the child to the back gate and she snuck her into the class until the parent could sort out the registration. Every child was guaranteed a special hug before going on summer breaks. She admonished them to be careful, not to climb trees, to avoid getting broken bones and to return to school healthy and ready to learn. Her students would scramble to be the first to do favors for Miss Fearon. Two students in particular (Paul and Bassy), recall how they physically fought to be the one to get her lunch. Mrs. Aldith Watson carried her grandson Binja and told Ms. Fearon “Don’t be scared to whip the boy, but please just spare the eyes”.

Ms. Fearon was like family to each student. She wanted every one of them to achieve the highest level of excellence.

She showed relentless commitment, devotion and care to each one.

No child was left behind. She was a trail blazer.

We are who we are because of who she was to us. We will carry the torch along the path she set....that road towards excellence in everything.

We will never forget Ms. Fearon, our TEACHER like none other.

Tribute to My Dear Friend ‘Marka’

It takes a minute to find a special person, and a day to love them, but it takes a lifetime to forget them. The year was 1984 when Phillipa (Jackie) was a student in my Sunday school class. I knew Miss Fearon before, but was never close to her. Choosing bridesmaids for my wedding, I decided to ask her to allow Jackie to be one. I took the liberty and approached her and it was like we were acquainted with each other before. Our lifetime of friendship began. We just bonded. Making a friend is an act of grace. Having a friend is a gift. Keeping a friend is a virtue. Being a friend is an honour. She was my mother – I was her mother, my sister – I was her sister, my mentor – I was her mentor, my advisor – I was her advisor, my confidante – I was her confidante, my supporter, I was her supporter – and the list goes on. She dearly loved children and so when I started childbearing, she was there every step of the way, until they were born. She took over the role of mother especially when we were at church. I was always enthralled by how much she loved and respected my family even though she was my senior. We did many things together and enjoyed looking out for each other. The first school uniform that Yanique wore

was made by her and she continued making them until her primary school years were completed. Her exemplary character stood out - a citadel of integrity, probity, decency and dignity. From her I learnt that the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart. Such a special person, a special face, someone we loved and can’t replace, never selfish, always kind. These are the memories she has left behind. Her pet name is Maruka, but my family called her Marka – this name she got from my late husband – Dennis. She was oftentimes their cook for certain dishes – like mackerel run dung, liver and light. When Don was a little boy, I couldn’t get him to eat his favorite meal – white rice and corned beef, from me. He said mine didn’t taste good and Ferrie’s own tasted better. So every week she would ensure that he got his meal. Sometimes she would call and say ‘I am making some for you, soon come’. She was really an expert at cooking. Her generosity, humility, compassion, influence, dedication and support will always be cherished by us. I will always remember the trips we took together to Florida – there was so much fun as we lived on the road trying to get bargains. I appreciate the times when she was there for us – never too busy. Her honesty, sincerity, hard work, and faithfulness will never be forgotten. Today we celebrate a life well-lived, well-loved and forever cherished. In my darkest, lowest moments I could count on her to be there. She taught me a lot – work ethics, creativity, generosity, compassion and sincerity. Think kind, act kind – be kind the giant of a woman – mother, a stalwart of education, one who was profound in ethics and professionalism, gained my respect, love, admiration, loyalty, attention and trust for the many years we shared. Beautiful memories are wonderful things. They last till the longest day. They never wear out or get lost, and can never be given away. To some she will be forgotten, to others a part of the past, but to me who loved and lost her, her memory will always last. I’m certainly going to miss the many times we shopped together at the market, buying all the bundled peas to shell to send to America and Canada to Jackie, Omar and my relatives. The value of life is computed not by the duration but by its donation. So much was lavishly poured on my family and myself by my loyal friend Marka. I will miss hearing her voice, ‘a wey you a do?’ We would talk for extended periods and very

often. The few days before she passed when we spoke, that same question was asked, I told her that I was in the process of making porridge – the one she introduced me to – Creamy - but I didn’t have enough, so I was going to add cornmeal to it. She laughed and said ‘go a Bay go buy one box. I said ‘not at all. Can’t bother to go to Bay just for that.’ We continued chatting and laughing, expressing our love and appreciation for each other as we always did. I told her how pretty she looked lying in the bed and as usual commented on her long hair – ‘you have good hair because you are a coolie. We laughed. At the end of the conversation she said, ‘love you, gwaan go enjoy yuh porridge.’ Little did I know that was the last time I would see her alive or hear her voice. My heart is really broken. Words are not enough to express the deep sadness I feel. I feel comforted knowing that her abundant life was well-lived. I will miss her dedication, commitment, passion, warmth, honesty and wit. She had a relationship with God and this is what really mattered. When you lose something or someone that you thought you couldn’t lose or that you never thought you’d lose or when you’re hurt, like you never thought you’d hurt, it’s not a sign that you are not going to make it. It’s a sign that you are almost there. T.D. Jakes. My dear friend Constantia – may the winds of love blow softly and whisper for you to hear that I will always love you and wish that you were here. Softly the leaves of memories fall, Gently I gather and treasure them all. Unseen, unheard, we know you are always near, Still loved, still missed and ever dear. Marka, your family is still my family and we will continue the legacy you have bequeathed to us. They say there is a reason, they say that time will heal But neither time nor reason will change the way I feel. For none knows the heartache, that lies behind my smiles No one knows how many times I have broken down and cried.

I want to tell you something Marka, so there won’t be any doubt, You are so wonderful to think of but so hard to be without Her transition has left my children and I so very sad but I am comforted and confident knowing that greatness is not found in power, position or prestige but in goodness, humility, service and character. She did what she could... a true stalwart, a child of God, a quiet warrior who faced the challenges of life with great fortitude; a champion who knew what it meant to trust in God; a praying and caring mother and model teacher; a pleasant human being; a hard worker, a gem. My family and I loved her in life and will continue to love her in death. I salute and celebrate her fruitful, meaningful, impactful, and significant life. Sleep well Ferrie, until we meet again. I hail you my friend. In my heart you hold a place no one can ever fill. Good friends are like stars you don’t always see them, but you know they are always there. I will never forget you because I could always depend on you to come to me with a torch in the dark. The brightness of the light will forever shine in my heart and along my path. Marka, I hear you speaking through these words – AFTERGLOW I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun Of happy memories that I leave when life is done. Hellen Lowrie Marshall Sleep well my friend. Your life was an inspiration and your memory a benediction. A rose may lose its bloom but still the fragrance lingers. A bird may fly away, yet we can still recall its song. Death is the last chapter of time, but the first chapter of eternity. I leave you in God’s care. Patricia Gardener

Tuesday, March 15, 2022 Calvary Tabernacle United Pentecostal Church 4 1/2 Church Crescent St. Ann’s Bay Jamaica, West Indies Officiating Ministers Pastor Barrington Gayle - Calvary Tabernacle UPC Pastor Joseph Lewis - Regional Executive Presbyter; Region 4 Minster Patricia Gardener Interment - St. Ann’s Bay Cemetery

Order of Service Processional Saxophonist, Vincentio Opening Remarks and Prayer

Pastor Barrington Gayle

Hymn When we all get to Heaven First Lesson Reading Psalm 90:1-12 Tribute Reading Marvia Douglas (Friend) Steer Town Primary and Junior High Ms. Kathleen Cox (Friend) Past Students of Steer Town Primary and Junior High Song Selection Sis. Peart Tribute Reading Calvary Tabernacle UPC Sis. Gweneth Gallimore Phillipa Leiba-McFarlane (Daughter) Omar Spencer (Son) Hymn Just over in the Glory Land Pastoral Tribute Pastor Joseph Lewis Tribute Reading Close Family and Friends Kemeish Spencer (Daughter) Jhamiel Gallimore (Granddaughter) Second Lesson Reading Romans 8: 1-9 Offering

Saxophonist, Vincentio

Poem A Message From Heaven Photo Memories Eulogy Sermon Pastor Barrington Gayle Prayer for the Bereaved Recessional Saxophonist, Vincentio

You Decorated Our Lives

Tribute to mom from Jackie Kind, sweet, giving, thoughtful, smart, independent, exceptional, those are only a few words I chose to describe you. The truth is, words are inadequate to express all you are to me... my mom, friend and confidant. On Feb 5, 2022, when I got the dreaded call, I could not and still cannot process the news of your transition. I am so blessed to have called you “MY” Mom. God knew exactly what he was doing when he chose you to be the most important person in my life. As a child growing up, I lacked nothing. Thank you for your sacrifices and dedication to me, your first born. Mom, you have been more than special to me and through the years, we had a bond that was unbreakable. I will forever cherish those precious memories. You were always there to nurture me and my kids and I am indebted to you. When I told you I wanted to go back to school and needed help with Jhada at 1 year 4 months, you never hesitated to step in and do what you do best, you faithfully stood in the gap. My coworkers and classmates used to ask, “How can you send your baby to Jamaica? “I would tell them if only they knew the extent of the guaranteed assurance I have of quality and extra special care my child would receive, probably even better than I could ever give. I had absolutely no worries. You were a Mom who had so much love to share and you impacted so many children and families who were blessed to cross your path. Parents at church and in the community can attest to that truth. Mom, you always made sure my freezer was fully stocked with my ackee and breadfruit and all the goodies that I love, plus everything else you thought I needed to stay healthy. It made you very happy to prepare those goodies for me, and it made me happier because I enjoyed every moment I got to indulge in them. I really don’t know what life is going to be like without you. It will definitely not be the same. The adjustments will be hard, but I am grateful for the fond memories that will carry us through the days that lie ahead. I am going to miss us talking every day, sometimes nothing special, but the chit chat and your laughter will remain among my fondest memories. I know where your soul is and it gives me much comfort that you knew the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ for yourself. Rest in Peace my sweet flower, I’ll love you for eternity.....and even when eternity ends and starts over again.... I will cherish our memories. Sleep well mommie, until we meet again. 22

Letter to my mom Dear Mom, I am a man of few words. However, when it comes to you, I could write a book about the kind of woman you were. Kind, honest, strong, God fearing, loving, caring and I could go on and on. You were my rock, always there for me when I needed you and always had the best advice for any situation I presented you with. I will miss your delicious meals, picking breadfruit with you in the back yard, blending up the green nutritious juices, going shopping in the market for our groceries and all the talks we had. We could sit for hours and talk about our tender years, growing up in St. Ann’s Bay; you had the greatest memories and told the best stories. You kept pictures of us at every stage of our childhood and we would re-live those precious moments very often. You were one of the world’s greatest moms. You were my champion, my confidant, my advisor, my friend and most important you were my mommy. My life will never be the same going forward. Your passing has left a void that can never be filled. I will cherish the precious times that we shared and I will keep your memory alive always in my heart. On January 8, 2022 after having dinner in your room, I was so happy I had a chance to lie down on the bed beside you as we laughed and chatted. If only I knew that our creator had other plans for you, I would have extended my stay there. I would have spent even more time continually enjoying every single moment with you. I would have video recorded us having fun as we often do. I find myself at nights listening to the late Michael Jackson’s song “One day in your life”. I have modified some of the words of that song however. I hear you saying to me, “one day in your life, you will remember our place, me touching your face. One day in your life, you will remember the love I gave you. I know you will always need me and though I can’t be there, you can always find me near and when things seem to be falling apart, just remember I am always in your heart. When you find that you’ve been longing for that love we used to share, just call my name and I will be there.” I just want to say Mom, it won’t be one day… but every day. Thank you for comforting me with those words and as you rest in eternal peace, I can proudly and honestly say, you were an awesome mother to all of us and you will never be forgotten. I know you are at peace and if I never told you enough, I love you and no one will ever take that special place in my heart that was always reserved for you. Your one and only son - Omar 23

Love Always Kemeish Mommy, that’s the name I call you, that’s the name even my friends call you. Mommy you were a force to be reckoned with. You ensured that your children, grandchildren and the ones you love were never in need of anything. You provided for not only me, but anyone who I brought in your presence and you always treated them as your own. I’ve always looked up to you. Gang Gang (my grandmother), raised and taught you well and you have done a remarkable job for all who have passed through your hands. You were gifted and blessed. I am happy that every chance I had I made you aware of how much I appreciated, loved and will always love you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart mommy, thank you for playing such a major role in my life, thanks for being my mother and always being there when I needed you. You never hesitated to go the extra mile for us and I will pass your love and teachings on to whoever crosses my path. You were always the heartbeat in our home; your name was constantly called and you never backed down. All that I am and hope to be, I owe it to my angel, my mommy. No one can ever take your place! You were my manual as I’ve come to realise that life didn’t come with one. Mommy you earned your wings but my heart wasn’t ready. I love you, I miss you and I know you’re watching over us!

Her children rise up and call her blessed…

You Raised Us Up…

Thank You Mom 25

I Won’t Say Goodbye… You are my Grandmother but in my early years I remember being confused thinking you were my mother because the love and attention I received was without distinction between the two of you. You told me to always call you mommy. That is what I still call you and not just because you said you were too young to be my Grandmother back when I was born but because you were my in house second mother. I remember calling out when I needed something in the house as children do. I would call, “Mommy!” and both you and my real mom would answer, “Yes!” and I would jokingly call back, “No, the other one!” and we would all laugh. I’ll miss that laugh. It’s the sound I hear the most now when I think of you and I pray I never lose the clarity of the memory. I’ll miss hearing you call me “Jham” with that special dip in the pronunciation when you wanted me to do something for you. You were a natural teacher. It was interwoven into how you lived and still I learnt so much from you mostly by watching you. From cooking to cleaning and even interpersonal interaction. Mommy you turned the word kindness from a noun into an action word. You were a lover of those who needed it at the time they needed it most. With a welcoming heart you held special love for special people. I remember going to market with you as a little girl and watching your special vendors light up when they saw you coming. They became part of your family and that’s just how you went along in life adopting those who you could love on in your special way. You were never one to boast or expect something in return for your kindness. Mommy, I was watching and I learnt so now I aim to do it like you. I’m so proud of the life you made for yourself. It wasn’t perfect but no doubt you were blessed and I know you were one to try and shield us from some painful truths but you did all you could to live honestly and godly. Life choices could have brought you to alternate outcomes but your quiet strength and determination to become and transform brought you far and if you succeeded I have it in me to do so as well. I’ll make you more proud of me than I know you already were. I promise. I’ll remember always shopping for you and getting you the best things to eat when you came to visit. I’ll miss giving you a “toeshal” because it was one of the only small things you really needed me for. I happily served you, the woman who served me in so many big and small things over the years. I’ll lament that you won’t be here to share in the rest of my life and with all of us but what we did share with you was full of love, fun and laughter. Rest now, the last bit was rough but Jesus will hug you till we can meet again up there. Always your girl, Jham. 26

A Letter to Grandma Grandma, you were one of the best persons that ever walked this earth. Auntie, as we called you, was so special to me. I am going to miss you. I will cherish the years I lived with you in Jamaica. You took really good care of me and I am grateful. I will keep those memories with me forever. I wanted to get the chance to hug and kiss you one more time, but it never happened. I hope to see you again in heaven. I am going to miss your visits to Orlando, where we would cuddle up and sleep just like we did when I lived with you in Jamaica. Grandma, you will always be in my heart. I will always cherish those memories for ever. Your granddaughter Jhada

Auntie was truly a hard working woman. She was very loving and kind. She has always been there for me, telling me my rights from my wrongs ever since I was born. Auntie was one of the most loved members of the family. She was the best grandmother I could ever ask for. She was comedic and full of fun, always making me laugh when I felt down. She taught me to be strong and always do my best, and comforted me when I needed her the most. I will love and miss her eternally and I am truly despaired that she is gone. Auntie you will always be in my heart and I love you. Jaeyah

Tribute to “Auntie Ferry” Like a comet, blazing across the evening sky - Gone too soon! Like a rainbow, fading in the twinkling of an eye Gone too soon!

God knew we would have needed her so much He placed her in our lives and we were touched By her love, her warmth, her kindness Her tenderness, to us she was the best She was one who deserved much respect She was not only wise but was blessed with intellect For having been there for us like no other We thank God for her, “our second mother” She was a woman of great strength Her spoken words, were just what she meant She was down-to-earth, and young at heart It’s really sad that so soon we had to part As we reflect on the moments we shared She showed us in every way that she truly cared She had a big heart, one made of pure gold She was very nurturing, a beautiful soul Now that she is gone, and we must let her go There were lots more to do and we will miss her so As we say goodbye for now, it fill us with tears Her memory will tarry with us for many years Even though we cry, in our hearts we still have a smile Although she is gone from us; it is only for a while So rest in peace our dear Auntie Ferry, sleep sweet We look forward to seeing you, when in heaven we meet Taletia and her “sweet boy” Tahjae (grandson)

Memories Tribute to my big sister aka… Maaca Ferry… Fearon… Ferrian… Connie… whichever you prefer, it comes right back to the one we all knew and loved. She is the first of ten, and I am the fourth. I cannot forget those years growing up in Pennants, Clarendon. They were hilarious, happy, full of twists and turns, and of course dotted with a few secrets. Once, both of us were given the privilege of making the Christmas cake. We started out very well but we used SALT instead of SUGAR with the butter. We panicked! Connie asked, “how fast can you get to the shop? Hey, Usain Bolt, eat my dust.” Soon, all was in place and the problem solved. It was the best Christmas cake ever. Mama found out about that looooong after! Because of Connie l developed a love of books at a tender age. I remember reading Charles Dickens at about age nine. We cooked, baked, sewed and did all those homely things. There is so much to remember. I miss you and love you Connie. Dawn

My beloved sister Maruca, as we so fondly called you. I am still trying to fathom that you are gone. Why did you leave so soon? I guess that God wanted you more than we do. You were my inspiration growing up. From Clarendon College to St. Joseph’s Teachers College. Our paths changed when I migrated, however, we were never apart. I will always have fun memories of the time we spent together. No more hugs, no more chats. I am going to miss you. Rest well my sweet sister. Forever in my heart. June

I remember meeting Fearon from a very early age and we became really good friends during her first time at University. As the years passed, we grew together helping each other through life. We lived lovingly together and she was a very good woman. I hope God may put her at a special place in heaven. Adonija Spencer

Memories Tribute to my kind-hearted sister. Sister Mar, time and space may separate us, but our love for each other will never die. We’ve shared some good times, laughter, tears and great conversations. Life will not be the same for me knowing I can’t pick up the phone and give you a call. I am proud to call you my sister, the first of many sisters. Growing up, you were the one I looked up to because you were the eldest. There are so many things I am going to miss about you. You gave so much of yourself to everyone that crossed your path. The last time we spoke was when you were in the hospital and our conservation was cut short. I am happy I got to tell you I love you and you told me you love me too. Heaven is rejoicing because a beautiful soul has entered heaven. You are special because God looked down into his beautiful garden and picked you my dearest. Rest in peace, my beautiful, kind, loving sister. Michelle

Ms. Fearon, Ferry, Auntie, and Maka, are some of the affectionate names my aunt would go by. Her vivacious attitude was infectious and was felt within seconds of being in her presence. She prided herself on ensuring her home was warm and welcoming and when you left you felt full and content. The expectation was that on your first visit you were seen as a guest and after that she would literally say, “go help yourself.” Auntie was kind, thoughtful, outspoken and protective of her mom, children, grandkids, nephews, nieces, siblings and her friends. Take it from her niece, you did not mess with Gwenie’s tribe. She was an amazing and innovative educator. Auntie was gifted in many things. One of the things I was fondest of was her pudding and cakes. When she baked you would want to eat the container. She has played a critical role in my life, in helping to show who a strong woman is supposed to be. Ambitious, outspoken, honest, defender of the truth and protector of the family and home. These are just a few of the traits she has left on me. I will miss you Auntie and the chats we had on the verandah. Walk good. Dr. Jonelle Gifts

Mother… Sister… She was a mother and sister to me. She took me from the country at a very young age to live with her in St. Ann and sent me to school. She was a very kind, loving and caring person and she loved to take care of children. I remember when my son was born; she took him over as if he were her own son and up to this day she loves him very much. She taught me how to cook, clean, and take care of a household, etc. Most of all, she was very instrumental in me knowing the Lord. When we lived in St Ann’s Bay, we could hear the sound of Pentecost on the hill and we would run up to see what was going on. That’s where we met Jesus. I’m happy for the life she was able to live and I’m grateful for everything she has done for me and my family Sleep in peace my wonderful sister. I am going to miss you dearly. Thank you for everything you have done for me and my family. Dahlia Eastman (Muffet)

To Mommy, It was just this day March 1st that I found out your correct name. We have always known you as mommy. You treated the boys as if they were your own grandkids always sending their “juice in a bag”, plantain and their roast breadfruit. We will always remember you as kind and caring, energetic and happy. You were a majestic woman who found favor with God. You were zealous in His work and you were a great steward who endeavored to spread goodwill. You were genuine and your personality was appealing to others. Mommy we will miss you but we will always remember you in a thousand winds that blow and through the legacy you have left for your children. Forever in our hearts, Rochelle, Damian, Ethan, Liam and Asher

Mother, sister, friend… God’s gift to us, to the very end Treasured memories of the time we had Giving thanks and will not be sad

…True Friend True friends are never apart regardless of the distance or how often they talk. They are always in each other’s hearts and thoughts. That was Connie and I. I met Connie in 1997. We were both students at UWI/STC pursuing our Bachelors in Education and once we were introduced we instantly connected. Connie was very soft-spoken but assertive and knew what she was about. As a teacher she was a professional, a dedicated teacher, who was excellent at her craft. After graduation we maintained our relationship. My daughter and I would visit her, especially when we wanted to go to the beach, we felt so welcome and comfortable. Connie would have a basket of goodies for us. What fond emories! Connie was a connoisseur who made delicious meals. She taught me how to cook rice and peas and all my meat in the oven before church on Sunday mornings. Eventually that became my norm. Whenever she visited her Mom we would get together for brunch and this continued even after I migrated. Our friendship never waned! When I came for vacation, Connie would come with a bag of goodies that foreigners longed for: breadfruit, ackee, bammy, pimento, curry, and hardo bread. Name it and Connie brought it. She would say “Marvia this bread is good, try it and let me know what you think.” If she knew of anyone coming near where I live, she would send a bag or suitcase of goodies as well. That was the Connie I knew! During the pandemic we talked very often. We talked about the goodness of God, our kids and grandkids. Connie seemed quite happy and everything was going well. I was shocked when Kemeish called and told me that Mom was hospitalized. We kept in touch and was thrilled to know she was back home. We spoke every week about how she was improving and of course about the Lord. She told me that she was in a good place and that she had an experience with the Lord in the hospital and she is fully committed to God. We prayed together and I said, just focus on the Almighty, He is able to do even more than what we ask. Little did we know that God was getting Connie ready for her journey home. I have no doubt that she’s in a better place, comfortable with the Lord. Jackie, Omar and Kemeish, you all know your Mom was an awesome person. All you need to do is make sure you do all the good you can and be anchored in the Lord. This will give you the assurance that you will see her again. I know her soul is resting in peace. May light perpetually shine on her. Marvia Douglas

Her Journey Has Just Begun, Don’t think of her as gone away Her journey has just begun! Life holds so many facets This earth is only one Just think of her as resting From the sorrow and the tears In a place of warmth and comfort Where there are no day and years Think of her as living In the hearts of those she touched For nothing loved is ever lost And she was loved so much. Aunty, you welcomed me with open arms into your home as a dear friend to Kemeish and GG’s (Jaeyah) Godmother. I felt and was treated like family. You were pleasant, sophisticated, caring, genuine, and a selfless mother to us all. Your heart was forever full just as you would ensure our plates were too. When you talk about having food to feed an army… that was you; catering and giving as much as you can. You were ever so precious and dear. Rest well aunty and continue to watch over the family. Love Ren

If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable. But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept. For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. 1 Corinthians 15:19-22

Thank You The family of Constantia Viola Fearon extends sincere thanks and appreciation for the tremendous support received. Thanks for the words of encouragement, visits, telephone calls, cards, understanding, love, prayers and other expressions of kindness shared with us during our bereavement. These went a far way in bringing comfort to us. May God continue to bless you all.

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Ms. Patrica Gardner, special thanks to you. Words are not enough to tell you how much we appreciate your time and effort in helping us through this difficult time. It must have been hard for you to help plan your friend’s funeral but you made sure “Marka” was taken care of even in death. She loved and respected you more than you could ever know. You will always be a part of our family. Thank you for being a true friend. May God continue to bless you richly. Jackie, Omar & Kemeish 35

A Message From Heaven Allison Coxsey

I am not so far from you Just a little way beyond Past the cares and past the pain Far past my earthly bonds When you feel you miss me most As years go drifting by Each memory will prove to you That our love will never die. For memories are but a touch From the Father’s gentle hand To heal your pain and mend your heart To help you understand That while I left you far too soon I did not leave alone For the father sent his angels To gently take me home. Take comfort when you think of me Keep my love alive in your hearts And with the warmth of each memory We will never be apart.

Life’s journey ended February 5, 2022