TRIBUTE BY THE HONOURABLE ASOT A. MICHAEL, AT THE FUNERAL FOR MS. RACHAEL JEROME HENRY RICHARDS
THURSDAY, 30TH APRIL, 2015
AT THE ST. ANDREW’S ANGLICAN CHURCH LOCATED AT FORT ROAD
“Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.
It was but yesterday we met in a dream
You have sung to me…and built a tower in the sky.
But now our dream is over… and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we
should meet once more,
we shall speak again together, and you
shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in
another dream, we shall build
another tower in the sky.”
Friends and family, these are the parting words of Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, poet of the poor Kadisha Valley in northeastern Lebanon.
He was one of the spiritual artists of the western world.
Today, we have gathered to bid farewell to Rachael Jerome Henry Richards, whom I loved dearly and whose love for all in her family is legendary. She was kind and generous, calm and caring, unflappable and unpretentious. She possessed the generosity of a Saint and the firm hand of a Mother Theresa. God has blest us by sending her to be our adult guardian and peacemaker; and, we thank the Almighty for his everlasting goodness.
It is often the case that the love which flows among the members of a household or a family can indeed be traced to those at the very pinnacle of that family. Love often obeys the law of gravity, percolating downwards effortlessly. But, human love can also generate outwards and upwards, flowing against the tide just as easily, whether there are barriers or defenses. Rachael was able to cause love to spread out in every direction. She was loved, as she loved others; strangers loved her and she shared great joy and glad tidings with those she encountered. For her the season of Christmas was every day.
On behalf of my own family, I begin by expressing condolences to the family of Rachael Jerome Henry Richards. She was an extraordinary woman whose death has left the community, the Constituency of St. John’s Rural East and this country poorer.
To the entire family of Ms. Richards, her children, her grandchildren, her relatives and friends, I want to assure you that I feel your pain. I feel the emptiness, the pain, the disappointment which naturally accompanies death. Death always robs families of loved-ones and, no matter the age of the deceased, the pain and emptiness are almost always beyond endurance. It is our belief in God and the promise of a better life in the hereafter that help to soften that pain. We feel your pain.
Our presence here, in God’s House, is intended to convey the assurance that we all need God when death strikes its final blow.
But death has not struck its final blow. The children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren are a part of the living memory of our Rachael. She did as God commanded. Our sister was the beloved mother of five children.
Like the Antiguan woman then and now, she was very strong. She became the matriarch of her family and ensured their well-being.
Rachael, whom was like a second sister to my mother, Mrs. Josette Michael, worked closely with my family for over twelve years. My mother when recollecting on Rachael’s time with us, would speak of her with great fondness. She was one of the most kind-hearted, generous, honest, sincere person you will ever know. It was a sad but joyous day, my mother used to reminisce, when Rachael left our employ to pursue greater opportunities to support her beloved children.
Rachael embarked on the most unlikely, but in the end most rewarding career part as an employee of Her Majesty’s Prison, where she worked diligently for over thirty (30) years. I think many of Rachael’s co-workers could testify to her character. She considered her position in the Prison as her “niche” in life. She loved the responsibility it gave her, the opportunity to learn and self-improve – either through experience or the trials she endured in order to do her job better – and she loved the people that she worked with.
Rachael’s dedication and perseverance shone through in everything she did. Her commitment to her work and to her friends will be greatly missed. Rachael’s love and devotion to her family will always be dearly remembered. Her examples of love, caring and determination lives as an inspiration to all of us.
Our religion also seeks to comfort us in death.
Those of us who are Christians believe that faith in the Almighty will cause us, on Judgment Day, to see that faces of our loved ones who have gone before. We believe that to love God, to do good works, and to live a life of charity will cause God to look favorably upon us after death, and that as a reward for goodness, we will see God’s face.
If this is indeed the formula for everlasting salvation, then I am compelled to believe that Rachael Henry Richards has already been welcomed into the arms of her Jesus. She has seen God’s face.
When Rachael was an infant, born on April 30th, 1938, sugarcane and cotton were all around us. Antigua and Barbuda was one huge patchwork of sugarcane and cotton plantations. Poverty was also everywhere, since wages and salaries were meager.
Rachael’s parents could only pray that she might have an opportunity at moving beyond Primary School. Rachael’s future was limited by the opportunities available then.
The transformation of Antigua and Barbuda from a place of extreme poverty to a modern developing island-state began in the earnest after 1976. The transformative years brought greater wealth and greater opportunities. Rachael wished for her children to make the best of the opportunities. And they did!
The value of a person’s life to her family, community or nation is often not measureable until the moment of death.
Human culture, the world over, has a tendency to focus on valued human traits at the moment of death. Rachael is no exception. We remember her energy and her forthrightness, her strength and determination
Today, as we grieve over Rachael’s passing, we recall the strength, the determination, the faith, the love, the unyielding dedication to her family, and their love for her. We recall her struggles, her victories, her many successes.
We may have suffered a great loss. But, she fought the good fight, she did God’s will, she pressed forward to make the best of the opportunities available for her children, she was exemplary in so many ways. She will forever be remembered.
May God continue to bless her and keep her, and may his face shine upon her, and be generous unto her. May he lift up his countenance upon her and give her peace, now and forever.
And so, we must take her death as a sign and symbol that we do not know the hour of our final parting. It may be sudden. It may be long. It may be now, it may be later. But whatever and whenever, we must know that those who would sum up our lives must confidently say, that we worked by the sweat of our brow and with the brow of our brain to change the world. That for sure, and in sum, was true of Rachael Jerome Henry Richards as it is true of all truly remarkable men and women.
In one of the well-known songs which we sing at funerals, the songwriter recalls:
Death, like an ever rolling stream, bears all its sons and daughters away
They fly forgotten as a dream dies at the close of day.
Rachael Jerome Henry Richards will continue to live on in our memory. May the God who guided us in our years as an oppressed people, continue to guide her footsteps in the other life.
And when the earth shall claim your wings, then shall you truly dance.
Dance Rachael, my dear Rachael dance on!
May her Soul Rest in Peace.