SERVICE OF CELEBRATION AND THANKSGIVING FOR THE LIFE OF RETIRED FORMER ASSISTAANT COMMISSIONER OF POLICE
Kirtland Gary Hutcheson BORN: 28th July, 1953 DIED: 13th September, 2018 AGE: 65 Service held at Evangelistic Temple Collins Avenue Nassau, The Bahamas Thursday, 4th October, 2018 10:00 a.m. Officiating Bishop J. Simms Christian Life Church Assisted by: Pastor Timothy Stewart Bethel Baptist Church Organist: Rev. Patrick Smith Interment: Lakeview Memorial Gardens Mausoleums J. F. K. Drive Nassau, The Bahamas
OBITUARY
“So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.” Psalms 90:12 One of the most precious commodities a man is blessed with on earth is time. Everything a man acquires is in time, and all of man’s commerce is performed by time. Time is the ultimate thing which cannot be measured. From the day a man takes his first breath until he takes his last, he is reminded that he is on borrowed time. Despite this actuality, we live in a time where the hearts of men are preoccupied with what they don’t have, they spend all of their energy accumulating material things, and daydream about where they want to be; all while abandoning the beautiful gifts of time: fellowship with God, love for oneself and his fellowman, nature, service to his country, and priceless moments of joy and harmony that can only be captured by the steadfast hands of time. The year was 1953 in The Bahamas during a time when the country was at the heart of its evolution. The islands saw new prosperity: there were new success in the tourism industry and offshore banking produced exceptional growth. It was an occasion of political transformation, whereby, the interests of black people were represented in a system until then which was dominated by whites. In the buzzing settlement of Bain Town, children playing marbles, climbing trees, spinning tops, transporting water from the public pump, and eating every type of fruit in season was not an uncommon practice. However, on July 28, 1953 it was not business as usual for John Mervin and Nathalie Jane Hutcheson (deceased), as they welcomed their healthy baby boy Kirtland Gary Hutcheson. His older sister Andrea wanted to announce to the world that her baby brother ‘Butch” had arrived. Perhaps, at that tender age, she instinctly knew that Kirtland came to maximize his time by making a difference in this world. Kirky, as he was affectionately called was vivacious, astute, candid and very brave. He shared a special bond with his mother who exemplified dignity and class. She called him Kirt. She taught him and all of her children the power of a praying family, and standing on the word of God. “See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil.” Ephesians 5:15-16
Kirt was an avid student who attended Western Primary, Western Junior Schools, and St. Johns College. He was a part of the Life Boys and Boys Brigade association at Bethel Baptist Church. These organizations fostered a sense of discipline that influenced his life. He understood from an early age the power of purpose and the call to greatness, which was embedded in service to his fellowman and country. He believed in citizen engagement and participation. As a result, it was of no surprise upon completion of his secondary education; Kirt joined the ranks of the Royal Bahamas Police Force on September 12, 1973. The young man, who always played police and robbers as a child, was drawn to the values of the Royal Bahamas Police Force, which stands on its conviction of providing total law enforcement service in partnership with all citizens, residents, visitors: and reverence for individual human rights, reflecting evenhandedness, and understanding. Courage, integrity and loyalty were in Kirt’s blood. He came from an ancestry of men who were in law enforcement: his father Sgt. 149 John Mervin Hutcheson (deceased), uncles Leonard Hutcheson (deceased), Cardinal Hutcheson (deceased), and George N. Brown (deceased). Kirt graduated from the Police Training College with the Baton of Honor in his squad. He made his father very proud. He had an illustrious career filled with impressive achievements and notable contributions to society. He served in the CID, (CDU) Dept and the Police College, just to name a few. Later, he was promoted to the rank of Assistant Commissioner of Police. Kirt was an officer and a gentle human being. He was ingrained with the spirit of service and commitment to this country. John Burroughs (American naturalist) once said, “for anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service .” Kirt represented the essence of the Bahamian spirit: of merit and commitment to service, of which present and future officers can emulate. He was a consummate professional, leader and mentor. He took his job very serious, and wore his badge with pride. He was a walking encyclopedia on policing and voiced his opinions, solicited or otherwise whenever he felt that it was necessary. At the age of 54 Kirt retired. He did not make the decision lightly, because he loved serving his country, but he realized that time brings forth changes, and change can be beautiful if one is prepared to embrace it. In early October of 2011 Kirt visited his family; he was beaming from ear to ear. He had a boyish mischievousness about him, while he echoed, “eleven, eleven, and eleven”. After much prodding, Kirt announced with delight that he was getting married. On November 11, 2011, he married Miss Claudette Johnson, the one God kept for him until it was time. Together they honored their marriage vows, for better or worst, rich or poor, in sickness and in health, until time said, until death. Kirt was a family man. He adored his daughters Nicole, Sharmaine and Sherelle. His grandsons, Israel and Kiran were the twinkle in his eyes. They filled his heart with joy and laughter. He enjoyed reading books, keeping up with current events, political science, government and politics. He was an intelligent man who was able to make significant contributions on any subject matter being discussed. He enjoyed a robust discussion. He loved to challenge his worthy opponents to show him empirical evidence and always
preference a discussion when he knew he was right with, “you don’t have to take my word for it.” “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 In 2014 Kirt suffered a stroke, which seriously affected his physical health, but not his determination. He understood as many who went on before him, “whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away (James 4:14).” Each morning he would announce, “Morning all, this is roll call. Hutcheson present to once again breathe God’s air, hallelujah.” Kirt understood that the purpose of life was God emanating Himself through him. He recognized that life was about joy and learning from ones experiences. Therefore, he never took one single moment for granted. “A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.” Ecclesiastes 3:2 On September 11, 2018, Kirt was admitted to Doctors Hospital. He knew the time within time; his Maker was calling him home. On Thursday, September 13, 2018 God called Kirt’s name, and he answered with a resounding, “Hutcheson present!” “If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord (Romans 14: 8).” Kirt belonged to God. Kirt’s dear wife Claudette, children, grand children, family and friends will miss him greatly. His absence will be felt at family gatherings. His dry wit and funny laughter is now just a memory. His spiritual family at Bethel Baptist Church where he was a lifelong member, and willing provided invaluable assistance relative to security measures for the church, would miss him. In the same manner, Christian Life Church family, where he served as an active member with his wife Claudette will also miss him dearly. Nevertheless, we are grateful and blessed that he lived a life of purpose and meaning. Kirt left a legacy of faithfulness to God, integrity, service to his country and love for his family and fellowman. “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” Ecclesiastes 3:11 The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord – Job 1:21. Cherish memories will forever be in the hearts of those he left behind. Kirt’s dear wife Claudette, children, grand children, family and friends will miss him greatly. His absence will be felt at
family gatherings. His dry wit and funny laughter is now just a memory. His spiritual family at Bethel Baptist Church where he was a lifelong member and willing provided invaluable assistance relative to security measures for the church would miss his compelling seminars. He willingly provided invaluable assistance relative to security measures for the church. In the same manner, Christian Life Church family, where he served as an active member with his wife Claudette will miss him dearly. Wife: Claudette Hutcheson Daughters: Nicole Jane Hutcheson, Charmaine Hutcheson-Griffin and Sherelle Hutcheson Son-in-law: Kirk Griffin Grandsons: Israel and Kiran Griffin Brothers: Jerry, Ret. Sr. Customs Officer Albert, Edward, Fr. Whitfield, Victor, Maurice and Ret. Sgt. 503 James Hutcheson. Sisters: Maria Ferguson, Andrea Pinder, Nellie Strachan and Janet Hutcheson Nieces: T’Shura Bowser, N.C., Sgt. 3011 Makelle and Shambula Pinder, Kendria Smith, Candida, Shenique and Dr. Sherelle Ferguson, Tanya Demeritte, Anishka Rahming, Uriza, Maurissa, Maedra,Anaya, Zena, Alena, Melissa, Leah, Victoria, Danielle, Janelle and Davette Hutcheson, Jacquelyn Frazer, Tanisha, Armani, Kiara and Alena Strachan and Tiara Bowser, N.C. Nephews: Robert “Bobby” Pinder, Cpl. 3345 Kovan and Kenton Strachan,Trevor, Leslie, James, D’Angelo, J’Juan,Marine Seaman Denzel, Dennard, Michael, Kellen, Raymond, Aaron, Janaro Jaylen and Anthony Hutcheson, Kevin Demeritte, Derrington Rahming, Cpl. 2907 Adrian Pinder, Rev. Braxton, BJ and Christopher Bowser,N.C., Kovan, Kyeem, Kovin and Kristian Strachan, and Alex Rahming Mother-in-law: Freda Johnson Sisters-in-law: Sharon, Darnell, Bernadette, Robin and Vanrea Hutcheson, Grace Francis, Annie Smith and Ivy Knowles, Melanie Bowe, Cindy Worrell, Gaynell, Samantha and Angela Johnson and Lillymae Rolle Brothers-in-law: Patrick Ferguson, Ret. Chief Supt. Robert Pinder, Kenneth Strachan Ret. D/Supt. Wellington Francis, Bishop James, Jay and Marcell Darling, Orville, Dwaine and Ian Johnson, Fredrick Bowe , Keith Worell and Isaac Rolle Adopted Daughters: Keisha McSweeney, Lynette and Lisa Armbrister Adopted Sons: Jeff Forbes , Sonny Taylor Aunts: Rosie Samuda and family, Marion Hutcheson, Cynthia Duvalier & family, and Maxine Adderley & family Cousins: Rev. Albert, Kirt and Peter Russell, Nathalie Burrows, Sandra Cotterell, Zack Patton, Val and Leonard Johnson, Dorothy Farrington, Floyd, Jack, Jimmy, Sandra and Chester Walker, Jan Sands, Family of the late Lottie Nicholls, Eleanor Johnson, Denise Rose, Family of the late Marion Johnson, , Families of the late Hesprith, Dewitt and Lavern Russell, Myrtle Carroll and family, Huyler Reunion Group, Lee Saunders, Dorothy Davis, Millie Cambridge, Clifford (Butch) Scavella, Joan Powell, Suffragan Bishop Gilbert, Olga, Rose and Dr. Philip Thompson, Alma Adams, Leonard, Sally, Albert, Lindberg, Jermaine, Janice, Orrine, Jerry, Rev. Arnold, Marcia, Joan, Dr. Stephanie, Stephen and Melony Hutcheson, Sandra Neville, Theresa Dorsette, Glenn, Julian and Melony Hepburn, Crystal Strachan, Hazel Carey and family, The family of the late Terecita Carey, The Coakleys of Lewis Street, Michael Fernander, Vonya Albury, Elizabeth Butler, John, Dr. Gail William, Victor, Rev. Christopher, Owen, Whittington and Sonia Brown, Dr. Portia Jordan, Curly Aranha & Family, Panzy Miller & Family, Othella Missick, Darnell Miller, Jennie Richards, and Gloria Glinton, Mizpah Rich, the family of the late George Johnson, the family of the late Wendall and Dora Dean
Godbrother: Howard Miller; Godsister: Shirley Bonamy Regarded Brothers: Leon Griffin, Harcourt, Jeffrey and Adrian Cooper, Stephen Brown, John, Frankie, Jerry and Patrick Gordon, Cedric Mackey, Res. A.C.P. Stephen Seymour, Ret. A.C.P. James Carey, Ret. Chief Supt. Bernis Pinder, Res. Supt. Hank Bain, Res./ Supt.Chris Rahming, Rev. Kendal Nottage, Ishmael Lightbourne, Dr. Nelson Clarke, Rev, Patrick Smith, and O’Brian Knowles Regarded Sisters: Hon. Melanie Griffin, Patricia Bowe, Evamae and Eulie Gordon, Rose Mackey, Deborah Clarke, Erma Mitchell and Ret. A.C.P. Juanita Colebrooke Other relatives and friends: Pastor Timothy and Sis, Sharon Stewart, Associate Pastors, Officers and Members of Bethel Baptist Church, Pastor Jay & Euphemia Simms and New Life Christian Centre Family, Rev. Patrick and Rev. Lavette McFall, Rev. Pat and Bro. George Bethell, Rt. Hon Perry G. Christie & Family, H Min. National Security Hon. Marvin Dames, C.O.P. Anthony Ferguson, Senior Executive Leadership Team and the officers and members of the Royal Bahamas Police Force, D/C of Police Emrick Seymour, Snr. ACP Stephen Dean, Ch. Supt. Maxine Leary-Rolle, Supt. Craig Gaitor & ret. Supt. Hilda Gaitor, Supt. Tess Newbold, Supt. Roberto Goodman, ASP Sherrelle Barr, ASP Darvey Pratt, W/Sgt. 1738 Lisa Armbrister W/Sgt. 1889 Tonya Thompson-Moss, W/ Cpl 1726 Linda Rolle, Cpl.1341 Bernard Rolle, Fmr. WPC Maria Daxon, R/Snr ACP Steven Seymour R/ACP Juanita Colebrooke Ret. ACP Elburt Ferguson, Ret. Supt. Morey Evans, the entire Police Force especially the staff of DEU, Bishop Hulan Hanna Calvese Russell of Orlando Florida Neville Copey Conyers. Hon. Renward Wells M.P.& Family, Hon. Gleyns Hanna Martin, Daisy Roberts, Rose Coakley and Kendal and donna Campbell and family, the family of the late Reginald and Lucille Sands, Lenore Ferguson, Gloria Johnson and family, Ret. C.O.P. Ellison Greenslade, Ret. C.O.P. Paul Farquharson, Ret, D/C.O.P. Keith Mason, Res. Insp. Stanley Toote, Ret. Senior A.C.P. Alonzo & Olga Butler, , Oliver Davenport, Officers of DEA, U.S.A., William Walker Major General United States Army, Commanding Officer District of Colombia National Guard, Former Deputy Assistant Administer United States Drug Enforcement Administration, ACP Clayton Fernander, and Ret’d Supt Elaine Sands, Desmond Greenslade, Phillippa Armbrister, Jackie and Crystal Harding, Lavon Morris, Neville Johnson, Denzel Mackey, Walcott Moss, Darnell Almonard, Tino Joseph, Jean Simbert, Alfred Saunders, Altidas Brave, Kevin Thelusma, Briny Charles, Craig Reckley, Maxjaneo Farrington, Marvinique Strachan, Tellie and Darren Dames, Tamika Clarke, Ret., , Loraine Knowles, Virginia Ellis, Monique Seymour, Janet King, Jenny Taylor, Michelle Maycock, Renita Johnson, Katress and Kamisha Wells, Joe Stubbs, Linda Sands, Nathaniel Higgs, Tyrone Williams, Edwina Usher, Miriam Spence, Peter Outten, Margo Swan, Michael Smith, Philabertha Carter ,Bishop Chadwick and Christine James and Family, Devado an Indira Darling, Dr. Welmilya Francis-Davis, Pastor Cleveland and Samantha Wells, Pastor Trydale and Monique Hinsey, Pastor Keron & Keisha Coakley, Pastor Jamal Rolle, Marco Nottage, Theodore Turnquest, Bernard Ferguson, Roland Lamour and family, Onan Williams, Leoma Burke, Garth and Carmie Johnson, Bridgette Seymour and the officers and members of Eneas Street Family Group, Neighbours of Eneas Street, Communities of Bains Town and 5th Street, Grove, Venus Ryan and family, SJC Class of 1970, Lydiabelle Adderley, Berthamae Ferguson, Min. National Security Hon. Marvin Dames, C.O.P. Anthony Ferguson, Senior Executive Leadership Team and the officers and members of the Royal Bahamas Police Force, Staff of the Ministry of Education, CLC Adopt a Grandparent Club, Laura Williams, Kirk and Anne Griffin and family, Coral Pinder, Florence Scavella and family, Family of the late Rose Wood, Family of the late Val Wraing , H.E. Alvin & Arnette Smith Family, Family of Rev. Carl Pinder, Family of the late Robert and Eula Pinder, , Hatchet Bay Community including Hutcheson’s, Brown’s, Bethell’s, Farrington’s, Dean’s, Johnson’s, Pinder’s and Ranger’s.
ORDER OF SERVICE The Royal Bahamas Police Force Military Service ORGAN PRELUDE PROCESSION OF FAMILY OPENING SENTENCE: OPENING HYMN | As The Deer Panteth For Water As the deer panteth for the water So my soul longeth after thee You alone are my heart’s desire And I long to worship thee
You’re my friend and You are my brother, Even though you are a king. I love you more than any other, So much more than anything.
Chorus You alone are my strength, my shield To You alone may my spirit yield You alone are my heart’s desire And I long to worship thee
Chorus I want You more than gold or silver, Only You can satisfy. You alone are the real joy Giver, And the apple of my eye.
HYMN | ‘Tis so Sweet to Trust in Jesus ’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to take Him at His Word; Just to rest upon His promise, And to know, “Thus says the Lord!”
Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace.
Refrain: Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er; Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! Oh, for grace to trust Him more!
I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end.
Oh, how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; And in simple faith to plunge me ‘Neath the healing, cleansing flood! AS I KNEW HIM | Mr. James Carey, (friend) Former Assistant Commissioner of Police Mr. V. Jeff Forbes, (friend) Retired Inspector, Royal Bahamas Police Force Father Whitfield Hutcheson (brother)
HYMN | The King of Love My Shepherd Is The king of love my shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am his And he is mine for ever.
In death’s dark vale I fear no I’ll With thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me.
Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul he leadeth, And where the verdant pastures grow With food celestial feedeth.
Thou spread’st a table in my sight; Thy unction grace bestoweth; And O what transport of delight From thy pure chalice floweth!
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love he sought me, And on his shoulder gently laid, And home rejoicing brought me.
And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never: Good shepherd, may I sing thy praise Within thy house for ever.
SCRIPTURE READING | Psalms 27 | Mr. James Hutcheson (brother) MUSICAL SELECTION | Royal Bahamas Police Force Choir REMARKS | Mr. Anthony Ferguson, Commissioner of Police The Honorable Marvin Dames, Minister of National Security MUSICAL SELECTION | The Hutcheson’s Family EULOGY | Bishop J. Simms, Christian Life Church PRAYER FOR THE FAMILY | Rev. Arnold Hutcheson, (cousin) Assistant Pastor, Bethel Baptist Church RECESSIONAL HYMN There will be a happy meeting in Heaven, I know When we see the many loved ones we’ve known here below Gathered on that blessed hilltop with hearts all aglow That will be a glad reunion day.
There within the holy city we’ll sing and rejoice Praising Christ the blessed Saviour with Heart and with voice Tell Him how we came to love Him and make Him our choice That will be a glad reunion day
A glad day, a wonderful day, A glad day, a glorious day There with all the holy angels and loved ones to stay That will be a glad reunion day.
When we live a million years in that wonderful place Basking in the love of Jesus, beholding His face It will seem but just a moment of praising His grace That will be a glad reunion day.
GRAVESIDE HYMNS Heaven’s Jubilee
It Is Finished
Some glad morning we shall see, Jesus in the air Coming after you and me, joy is ours to share What rejoicing there will be, when the saints shall rise Headed for that jubilee, yonder in the skies
There’s a line that is drawn through the ages On that line stands an old rugged cross On that cross, a battle is raging To gain a man’s soul or it’s loss
Chorus Oh what singing, oh what shouting On that happy morning when we all shall rise Oh what glory, Hallelujah When we meet our blessed Savior in the skies
It is finished, the battle is over It is finished, there’ll be no more war It is finished, the end of the conflict It is finished and Jesus is Lord
Seems that now I almost see, all the sainted dead Rising for that jubilee, that is just ahead In the twinkling of an eye, changed with them to be All the living saints to fly, to that jubilee. When with all that heavenly host, we begin to sing Singing in the Holy Ghost, how the heavens will ring Millions there will join the song, with them we shall be Praising Christ through ages long, heaven’s jubilee. No Tears In Heaven No tears in heaven no sorrows given All will be glory in that land There’ll be no sadness all will be gladness When we shall join that happy band. No tears (in heaven bear), no tears (no tears up there) Sorrow and pain will all have gone No tears (in heaven bear) no tears (no tears up there) No tears in heaven will be known. Glory is waiting, waiting up yonder Where we shall spend an endless day There with our Savior we’ll be forever Where no more sorrow can dismay. No tears (in heaven bear) no tears (no tears up there) Sorrow and pain will all have gone No tears (in heaven bear) no tears (no tears up there) No tears in heaven will be known.
On one side, march the forces of evil All the demons, all the devils of hell On the other, the angels of glory And they meet on Golgotha’s hill The earth shakes with the force of the conflict And the sun refuses to shine For there hangs God’s son, in the balance And then through the darkness he cries
TRIBUTES
My Dear Kirk The beauty of life is about embracing each moment with all its mysteries and eccentricities; because everything you have today soon can be gone. Yesterday.., I had no sorrow Kirk; you were here today, gone tomorrow. If I could put time in the bottle, I would rewind to our wedding day. We both walked toward each other to the tune of “The One He Kept For Me (Maurette Brown Clarke).” There is no question in my spirit and mind, that you were handpicked by God to hold my heart and hands on this journey we call life. You were the one I dreamt about and the one God kept for me until it was time. I am grateful that each day we shared were days filled with love, laughter, kindness and compassion. Our time together was ordained by God; therefore, nothing was ever wasted. “We have come to know and to believe the love that God has in us. God is love, and the one who resides in love resides in God, and God resides in him (1John 4-16).” “I praise God for the day He let you pass my way. You were the one I waited for, my love’s desire. The one God kept for ME until it was time.” With tears of sorrow, but with a grateful heart I know that you’re resting in the arms of God. I love you in place where there is no time. I love you Kirk, time without end. Your Loving Wife Forever Claudette
Tribute to Daddy
Daddy I am recalling now how you would often encourage me and say, “Stay strong Sherelle, everything is going to be okay”. How is everything going to be okay? You will not be present when I graduate from university and never walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. I am still waiting for you to call me and tell me your death was a bad dream. Yet here I am writing to you knowing you will never get to reply. I do not understand! You told me you wanted to go home but Daddy when I said you can go soon I meant with me! This pain is unending. I find myself haunted by your absence and constantly looking for vehicles similar to your own to give me peace. I try to keep myself distracted but knowing I could never see you again makes me uneasy. My new prayer “God please give him back! Just for a day.” We already have so much to catch up on that cannot be talked about through the grave. Did you know how much I love you? You left me in such a sunken place. Although I feel numb I cannot deny the truth of you wanting the best for me and I know you would not want me to continue to be in this sad state. I will soon come to understand that even though I have lost you physically, your soul will always guide me to make the right decisions. But for now I am forever wishing for you to return to me. Your baby, Sherelle
My Brother Today as we funeralize my brother Kirt, I am reminded of a passage in the bible taken from 2 Samuel 3:38. Then the King said to his men “Do you not realize that a commander and a great man has fallen in Israel today? This is indeed what has happened. Kirt was a good brother; quiet, intelligent and a great conversationalist. But with a firm and unshakeable sense of right and wrong. He and I used to talk for hours about his beloved police force and, what he felt was needed to improve its efficiency and reduce crime. Kirt loved policing; he always wanted to be a policeman and when he was old enough he joined the force. In joining the force, he followed in the footsteps of our late father, two uncles and siblings who together gave the force with more than 150 years of unblemished service. He excelled in training and earned the Baton of Honour in his squad. He was the consumate policeman whose reputation and work ethic were above reproach. As he progressed through the ranks, Kirt was exposed to overseas training and made contacts in various international police agencies which have survived to the day. Through these contacts he was able to ensure the safety and security of Bahamians. That is his legacy. Kirt took pride in his job and saw it as his life work. His retirement from the police force was a shock to his sense of justice and fairness and he grappled with its implications for the independence of the force long after the event. But more than anything he loved his children and his siblings, and we loved him. My last conversation with Kirt was the day before he died. The conversation was difficult for both of us but nevertheless, he had something, to say and tried to say it. I will always have fond and lasting memories of the times my brother and I spent with each other and especially our long conversations. Rest in Peace my Brother until we meet again. Jerry
My Brother
Kirky we never thought the day would come when we would goodbye to you our beloved brother. The pain of your sudden departure has left us heartbroken with an indelible void. As we sit back and reflect on our childhood, you were always one who could get up on a stage without fear and recite a poem or sing a song. Being brought up in the fear and admonition of the Lord, at 6:00 a.m. each morning in the Hutcheson’s household was prayer time and again at 6:00 p.m. in the evening. Each of us were given the opportunity to be prayer leaders. Kirky, you were well versed on all divides whether it was on the topic of religion, sports, politics, policing or education. Our late Uncle Kirk told us that you looked like one of late father’s brother named Zerubable as we were children and we thought this to be funny and we would mischievously tease you. This made you angry and you would charge after us threatening to knock us out if you caught us, but we would become tired and laugh it off. Our brother, you were such a loving, caring and protector to your siblings and our children. Upon the sudden death of our father in 1995, you stepped up to the charge of being mom’s chauffeur taking her to church, the grocery shopping and hair appointments. You became the chauffeur to your beloved sister Andrea and your niece Shambula. When you joined the ranks of your prized profession the Royal Bahamas Police Force, and at your graduation we were all beaming with pride and excitement as you received the Baton of Honor. Your brilliance and work ethics advanced you to one of the highest ranks of ACP in 2007 in the Royal Bahamas Police Force. After the government changed, you along with others were treated cruel, forcing you to retire at a young age of 54. Even though it was a hard pill to swallow you reverted to what you knew and it was prayers. In November 2012 when mom died this was hard for you and us, but we made the best of it bringing us closer as family. You would be the first to contribute to our family gatherings as this would be filled with fun and reminiscing’s of the gold ole days. You would frequent the home of your sister Andrea where she would fix you special meals. In 2014 when you were stricken with a stroke, your siblings rallied behind you and gave you as much support as your wife and children. As you began to convalescent at home and your recovery process was speedily, we thanked almighty God for sparing your life. During your last birthday 28th July 2018 your daughters held a cake cutting and upon our arrival, your sister Andrea marveled as to how handsome and young you were. With all the salutations we gave you we never dreamt that this would have been our last birthday. On this occasion, you lamented to us that this would have been your last birthday, but we never knew that you spoke this into existence. Your brother Maurice who took an honor in assisting you and you named ‘Boy Wonder’ was supposed to be helping you but because of a bout with gout you had to become his caretaker. Kirky this was just the kind of person you were. Your Boy Wonder is bewildered by your passing. Two weeks before your hospitalization, you assured us that you were fine. Then came that call on Tuesday 11th September that you were hospitalized. As we came to your bedside your features reminded us of our beloved daddy. Kirky, we never thought that you would have broken the circle of our siblings. Our beloved brother, the stories and memories are timeless but what is so comforting is that you expressed your forgiveness to all who had hurt you and that you made it through the heavenly gates reuniting with your beloved mother and father. To our brother Kirky, our hero, your cares are all passed, and you are home at last ever to rejoice. We love you Kirky! Your brothers & sisters!!
“ To A Giant of A Man” To this country you dedicated your time and talent. You took the baton of excellence and ran your race. A race you ran with distinction along with the best. A little boy from Bain Town rose to become Assistant Commissioner of Police, who never forgot who he was or where he came from. You wore your uniform with pride. You were honored to be apart of such a prestigious organization. Even though, you loved your job, you also loved your family, never missing a family dinner or gathering. You were a great debater about education, sports, religion and most of all politics. Christmas 2018 will not be the same without your great debate and your distinct laugh. Daddy Mervin and Grammy saw your pain, and asked God to bring their son home. On September 13th, God granted them their request and took you from time to eternity. No words can express the pain that we felt when you went away. You took your final salute and traded your “Top Brass Post” for “God’s Heavenly Army”. Uncle Kirkie Rest In Peace, Rise In Glory, Til We Meet Again. Love Always, Shambula, Adrian, Deangelo, Uriza, James Jr, J’juan & Jaylen
A thank you
note to Uncle Kirky!!! Courage, integrity, loyalty. These were the attributes by which you lived. Uncle Kirky, I could only imagine how excited you were to be an uncle when I was born. You were the epitome of an unsung hero. Your examples were insurmountable as you were a scholar and a gentleman. It was not always about the monetary gestures, but the imparting of knowledge could never be replaced. You left an indelible impression on all that you encountered. Your quiet but commanding disposition was talked about by many. Uncle Kirky thank you so much for always giving sound advice whether it was during my tenure as a member of the Royal Bahamas Police Force, whether it was during my stint in the Diplomatic Corps or whether it was in my daily living. Thank you for being one of my number one fans when I was on stage at the Dundas and you saw it meaningful to lend me your support. I never heard you complain but you always sought that which was right. My uncle, my hero please say a little hello to Daddy Mervin and Grammy for me. My uncle only time will ease this pain, but you are now safe in the arms of a caring savior, no more disappointments, no more overlooks. Sleep on Uncle Kirky!!!!!!
Papa That day in the hospital was no different day we came to see you we kissed and hugged you, mommy tried to feed you. I remember mommy crying out that you stopped breathing Kiran and I ran from the T. V to see you, the doctors tried to save you but you refused to return You were already gone We thought you would return Papa, I loved you Papa Now both you and Grammy Karen are gone Kiran and I will miss you dearly.
Papa,
We know you can no longer stay with us, you fought long and hard to be with us. We know you now watch over and protect us. Although we cannot hear your voice or see your smiling face, We know deep down in our hearts that you have not left us. Instead every day you surround us with the singing of the birds, the rising of the sun and the falling of night. So many broken hearts are left behind, But in our deepest despair our greatest comfort lies knowing that you are now at peace with the angels and God. So as times passes our tears will dry, our hearts will mend, but our love for you will never end. Love Your grandsons Israel and Kiran
Daddy
can you hear me and can you spare me a minute of your time My father’s pet name for me as a child was Little Miss Muffin, when I became a teenager I was given the task of preparing his favorite breakfast every Sunday of scrambled eggs, sausages and toast, at that time being an adolescent teen this was the only meal I knew how to prepare. On Sunday mornings my father was given the royal treatment by being served on a tray because he definitely was the king of our home. As the saying goes “never awaken a sleeping giant” and in this vain, my sister, mother and I knew as it was told to us that when he was asleep, let him sleep. Having two daughters and me being the eldest, I wasn’t allowed to have boyfriends, but being a teenager, rebellion was no stranger to our well-disciplined home, as it was established that this is the policeman house so all the boys had the fear of his gun to keep them at bay, but to me in my mind he was just dad so I would sometimes sneak to talk to boys in the neighborhood. Once daddy caught wind of mischief of any boy who liked me, you better believe that once they got through the track road there was a police car on the other end waiting to collect them, because you don’t come to the policeman house looking for the policeman daughter. This would precipitate a lecture of “dem boys is trouble” and he would sometimes joke and say if they look at you too hard “they lock up”. One would think that once a teenager becomes an adult that daddy would soften but not Kirtland Gary Hutcheson. One of his many jests was to say to me all the time that I will not marry until I am old, looks as if he had a crystal ball hidden in his gun case all these years. Daddy was not only a protector, an enforcer, and King of his home but he was also my first love. He was not one for much of words but when he spoke, he spoke with such authority that one had to listen. Every little girl dream of meeting their Prince Charming who would sweep them off their feet with roses and chocolates, well my father set precedence for his daughters in the way a man should treat his daughters. Daddy gave me my first rose and first bottle of perfume, I would never forget, because of that I have a high standard and only roses would do, carnations need not apply,
The one attribute I will forever be thankful for in my dad was his belief in education. Daddy was such a stickler for education and as I stand before you today I can say thank you daddy for making me love what I hated so much, which was times tables. But daddy drilled them in my head every single morning leaving me with no choice but to learn them, he literally branded them in my head because I don’t know how they got there. Daddy can you hear me! Thank you! My day to day life is incumbent on the use of the times tables, I make my living off of times tables (math), the inches, feet conversions, all have made me an extra ordinary individual of my time and because of that I am THE QUEEN OF STEEL. After the passing of my mother, my other earthly God, my dad stayed with me, watching over me filling in the gap, but in turn I was watching over him. It became our daily normal for him to come to the office everyday where we would watch our favorite daytime t.v. dramas the likes of Maury and Jerry Springer, talk, and more often than not daddy would keep me focused on things that may slip my mind through the course of the day, earning him the distinction of my personal assistant, even still he was still the enforcer with the big gun which he brought along with him every day to the office for anyone who felt froggy in Lady Darling Steel and even after his stroke he still oozed protection even in a frail physical capacity. Every morning daddy came to the office for breakfast, and now that little Miss Muffin knows her times tables and no longer has to cook scrambled eggs I would ask “daddy what you want for breakfast?” and for the last 2 weeks we were eating steam tuna and grits sitting down just eating this dish every morning. I will surely miss those days. My father stayed by me during the month of July before his birthday along with my Uncle Maurice. I stacked the house with grocery and said to Uncle Maurice this for you and daddy and so you know you got to prepare breakfast and lunch for you two, even though Uncle Maurice was the caretaker my father refused to eat what Uncle prepared and instead opted to await my arrival after work to prepare his meal. He would say he didn’t want anything to eat but the minute I walked in the door and say “daddy you want something to eat?’ before I could complete the sentence he would interject and say “yeah I hungry” and I would put on my Little Miss Muffin hat and go prepare his meal. It was definitely a joy and a privilege even in his declining physical health. Daddy was the sunshine to my every day, on his birthday which at the time we didn’t know would be his last, he said “first piece of cake goes to Little Miss Muffin” and when I went to kiss and embrace him he said to me” God bless you” and “thank you” and that I will forever treasure. Daddy’s joy in the latter parts of his life was his grandkids, he lived to know what they did in their day, how it went knowing the little naughty things Kiran and Israel would have done or said. He marveled in his off springs. Nicole, Sharmaine, Sherell, Israel, Kiran. My Superhero dad was retiring from the longest position he held in life and that was for me a tough pill to swallow but God is always in control. Daddy can you hear me? Through this I began to question God and ask why did you have to take my daddy too so soon when I am still grieving my mom, how much more can I bare? My only comfort is now gone. I prayed and said that I will still trust you Lord, you will never put more on us than we can bare. I am somewhat comforted in knowing that my dad had an abundance of faith and proclaimed all the time that heaven was only as big as Paradise Island and everyone isn’t going but when asked if he is going he would say with confidence “yeah boy I going” and I believe that you have paid your toll and made it to Paradise Island daddy. Sleep on daddy, you deserve to rest eternally, your earthly time is over but you my king, my superhero, my enforcer, protector, educator, prince charming you have earned your jeweled crown. With all my love and undying devotion… Your Little Miss Muffit-Nicole.
Message of Gratitude We, the family of the late Kirkland Hutcheson, would like to express our humble gratitude and sincere thanks to all who, in one way or another, provided us with support in this time of bereavement. Our sorrow is easier to bear with help from God and friends like you. Your thoughts, prayers and especially your presence have been a source of strength to us and for this we thank you. Though we still mourn, our hearts swell and our spirits are lifted knowing that ‘Kirkland’ will forever be loved and remembered by each of you here today. We ask that you continue to lift us up in prayer. May the good Lord bless and keep you all in His perfect peace. The Family Flag Bearers Cpl 3287 Williams - ED PC 3948 Hall – DUE PC 3604 Major –MD
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