Tribute to Mama - I wrote this letter to my mama almost eight years ago. It is timeless and given that I am still at a loss for words, I offer this as my tribute.

Love Letter To My Mama March 11, 2013 (c)
Dear Mom, Mommy, Mama, It’s been a while since I wrote a love letter to you and I think it is long overdue. I miss your face, your soft hands and the ‘mama’ smell that means safety, comfort, love and home to me. I know that you long to see me and I do too.

I want you to know that I am sorry for all the worry, pain, hurt and heartache that you had to deal with this past two years and for all the years that you have known and loved me. Rest assured that I will never give that much power to anyone but God, because He is the only captain of my heart.
 
Do you know that I remember with joy, the days that we went to work together to use the scientific calculator at the Farm because we could not afford one yet? I remember with joy and gladness the days we fished and cooked our catch for dinner. I love the days when you sewed and I would do my little thing beside you. I love all the ordinary things we did together, the music you loved & shared, the simple things you taught me, the remarkable way you helped me to love life, live life and love others. I love you and all that you are [and have been].

Seventeen More...Minutes of Grace, by Patrice Donalds-Morgan, 2005 (c) 
What would you do with (what if you had only) seventeen more moments of grace? How would you want to live? How would you want to die? Who would remember you? Who would forget you? Who would love you? Who would hate you? Who would laugh with you? Who would cry with you? Who would declare you...a masterpiece to behold?
Florence E. Stewart was and always will be...a masterpiece to behold.❤
Your loving daughter, Patrice



Thank God for the heritage that she has left- a Godly heritage indeed..
Pas. & Sis Bobb

Sending my deepest sympathy to the family. In memory of a strong, confident  beautiful ladyx May God bless you. Rest in Peace 🙌🏾

Many known me as  Cherry.  I have  known Tutsie for many,  many years. It is  heartbreaking to  accept that she  no longer with us. I extend my sincerest condolences to the family. RIP Florence. 

To the entire family condolences are extended on behalf of the Nicholas family in Grand Cayman.
May God grant you the strength to go through this most difficult time. Trust God through this process He is there for you
She will be missed by us all
Ps 147:3 He health the broken in heart 

My Dear Grand-Aunt Florence

Reading and hearing so many precious memories of you,  have taught me how much of a lovely, caring and Inspiring person you were. I'm  sorry i did not get the chance to make much memory with you.
I do remember tho when cousin Barrington passed and you came by our house and when that music started to play you throwed down and show out, ohhh you can move to the rythym of Music, i loved every minute of it because i myself is the same way.

I am very sad today because life has kept me from enjoying my family.

Rest in Peace Angel
Love  Mureen, Sashana, Tyrone and Shawna

I have very found memories of my Aunt,when i was 8 years old in jamaica she came to visit us from the Cayman Islands.
At the time both me and my brother wayne didn't have any good cloth and she was so upset about it,she went to may pen and buy some cloth and made us some beautiful shirts gave us a few dollars before she went back to Cayman.
Over the years she keep in touch with us,she was loving,kind generous,and a very caring personas she would go out od her way to exhibit generosity.

And will alway love and miss her.

Kim

A Mother Like Many Other.

Mom, my one regret was lying to you once.

I still feel embarrassed because my childish act was unnecessary and selfish. From that point I have learned and relearned that lesson over and over and over again even with my very own children. My developed sixth sense of finding the truth has been sharpened by that instance of having to come clean with you. I appreciate your insistence for the duty of being honest.

Added to your forthrightness, among the four women of Parnassus, you became the extension of your mother and aunt and a big sister to your brother and to Sister Veronica as well. Your younger and at the time only surviving brother added to our cumulative experiences and exposure to rocksteady family ties. 

Family ties that kept us reminded of your older sister Adassa (Sister Mummy) and her husband Papa (P) Pinnock, Bwoy Neath, aunt Pearl, aunt Thelma and aunt B (Ms. Campbell) - virtual and in-place guardians who helped mold and protect us from ourselves and the potential dangers of the day.

It was fortunate for us that even people who weren't your blood relatives would keep you atuned of our whereabouts and care. Your network of guardians provided invaluable information that would come in handy when rescue missions had to be undertaken.

You were marvelous at the practice of being human. You were one who gave of herself in time, consideration, genuine affection and courtesy to everyday people. You were truly the Florence Nightingale that so many attributed the epitome of comapssion. 

Your grit and determination are testaments upon which you added new careers to your resume each time time life dared you to reinvent yourself.

Mom you weathered the trials and the demands of raising your children all the while offering each of us a chance to more educatoon so much so that you extended a close friend of mine the same opportunity at International College on Grand Cayman

So long, Mom. See you on the other side. 

From the Morgans:
Our families have been together from Ms Gatha, as my mother Aunt G calls her. My mom would share memories of here being the most caring and loveable person ever. Then Barry came into our lives and we made the connection to Ms Florence, his mom and William, his dad. My parents and his parents lived in the same yard in Curatoe Hill, Jamaica. I had the privilege of meeting Ms Florence after Barry passed and there was neither a dull moment with this Angel.  She confirmed stories told to me by my mom about their hilarious youth and then some. Rest in peace Ms Florence.

With sadness in my heart at this moment, I do not know even where to start about my true dear friend Florence Stewart. Over the past years we have lost contact with each other, but I truly know that the love we had for each other never changed. It is of great loss to everyone who really came in contact with her. Especially her siblings. She was one in a million whom I have ever come in contact with. Loving, warm, kindhearted, you name it, there was nothing too hard for her to do for anyone. She would do the last to help you. I miss her so much. But God understands, she is in a better place. No more agony, no more pain. I know we will meet on the other side of Jordan. Rest in peace my beloved friend. And to all her children, I share your grief with you all. Hold on, your mother has left behind a legacy for you to follow. God bless you all, keep the faith.

In Memory of My Beloved Aunt Flo

Aunt Flo, you definitely played a crucial role in my up-bringing.... As the eldest grandchild I was tasked with helping to care for my younger siblings and cousins, and as such    perfected many domesticated skills and  household chores under your watchful eyes. I remember that granny stood me on the Soda box in the kitchen (I wasn't tall enought to reach the worktop) and tought me her art in cooking. However, infusing both technics allowed me to develope  the unique methods I am presently  teaching my grandchildren. 

As far as I can remember Aunt Flo  kept her hair in curlers which aided the pristine condition required. Her sence of style was comparable to none. Whatever the occasion; she always looked elegant in the clothes she wore.
The ability to create a garment by looking at the picture in a catalogue was a cut above other seamstresses; and placed her in the highest competition. 

I inherited Aunt Flo's  selection of Mills & Boon books, after she migrated to Cayman Island. I remember feeling so liberated, and excited as I read the stories and was transported to places like London England, India, and around the world. Back then, I dreamed of travelling but never fully believe that I would eventually make London my home.

Aunt Flo, gave me my very first birthday card; on my fifteenth birthday. 
In recent years, you were the first to call me and wish me happy birthday!
I will miss you saying, "How yu doing!" And also the belly laughs we had during our phone convetsations.

Aunt Flo....You are truly my insperation. I admire your strength, tenacity on life, and all you stood for as an independent woman. I am greatful for the life  lessons you taught me. 


Rest In Peace Aunt Flo.......Another golden thread broken, time to take your rest.Through love you will be remembered and precious memories you will live on in our hearts. 

We love you
 
 Frenchie & Family ❤🙏🏾❤



Thank you aunty Tootsie for helping to save my life in the early stages of my life, truly you were a life saver. 

You are greatly loved and sadly missed. 
By God’s Grace we’ll meet in the earth made new.

Rest in Peace.🌹❤️🙏🏼

My deepest sympathy and prayers to you and family florence Stewart will deeply missed .may god wrap his arms around you and the entire family and give peace ... with heart felt sympathy on the passing of your mom florence she will surely missed by and also the aqua family keep strong alrick and family love always 

Tribute to my Sister Florence. 

Our childhood memories will be with me forever. 
In particular, I remember you teaching me to swim in the sea at Robin's Bay beach. I cried out, "you're killing me" as you repeatedly dunked me into the water. You responded, "I am not killing you, learn to swim" Eventurally I swam with confidence, and was able to participate in many skinny dipping adventures which I enjoyed.

Rest in peace🙏🏾❤

To My Grandmother "Mama" 

I can remember as a little girl at maybe at 4 or 5 years of age sitting at the table in the kitchen or at the backdoor step of  your house in Cayman reciting my times table to you each evening after school. 

I remember you taking me fishing with you one night.  You told me to hold the fishing line because it had gotten all tangled up and you needed to get the knots out. There I was holding it tightly when I started to feel this strong tugging on the line. I didn't know what it was (it was my first time going fishing) and assumed that you were pulling on it in order to get the tangles out. I called out to you and asked that you stop pulling the line because I felt as if I was going to fall over. You quickly came to me and took back the line. You were then able to pull in the biggest fish we caught that night! You asked me if I knew what type of fish it was and I said "no". You told me "it's a yellow tail snapper" and from that night onward I have  been able to identify a yellow tail snapper. I still feel some form of accomplishment for catching that fish  although the fish would have definitely reeled me in instead of the other way around if you hadn't come to my rescue. 

I remember the many summers that I spent with you in South Carolina with my cousins. There was one particular day when we (some of your grandchildren) were in the living room dancing and listening to music and you came in and started to dance with us and we were so shocked at your dancing skills! You looked at us and said fi mi pot still a bubble!"  I still laugh when I remember you saying that! 

I remember you calling Emanuel "your little man".

I remember your early morning calls to wish me a happy birthday.

I remember your hugs, warmth, giving heart, smiles, and your sense of style.  Rest well in the arms of Jesus.

From Davina

Although I did not know Florence very well as I would have liked to, I am so saddened to hear that she has passed away. 

From what I can see, she was such a stunning lady and a cheerful soul. 

Florence’s Mother and her sister Pearl have always been kind and gentle angels in my eyes and I have a strong feeling that Florence was just the same. 

My deepest condolences and love go out to those who knew Florence a little better than I did.  My thoughts are with you during this difficult time. 

Rest in paradise Florence. 🙏🏽❤️

My Favorite memories with Mama. 

I will never forget the time Mama visited Cayman in 2005 I'd just had Janeigh and I remember being so excited about 4 generations of women being in one place; Mama, my mummy, then Janeigh. One night, we got all dressed up, Mama, with her eyebrows perfectly penciled on, beautiful eye shadow and sexy gal white pants. We went to Royal Palms and she proceeded to "drop it" on the dance floor just to show me she still had "it". 
I remember bringing KFC to her at Christopher Towers where we would sit and watch Matlock and In the heat of the night, and laugh and laugh about the simplest things. I remember her crocheted toilet paper covers and he collection of perfumes and cremes. My girls were always in awe of all the books and VHS tapes she had. They loved watching her favorite shows with her, looking through her albums, hearing about our relatives and learning how to sew. 
My favorite times with her were when I did her hair. We watched Matilda as she tapped her foot and swung her arms to the music. I would try to shampoo her hair in my kitchen with what was supposed to be a portable shampoo bowl but would just end up soaking her back, to which she would reply "Lawd 'a' mercy, ah bayed yuh ah bayed mih" and then here came that heavy laugh from her chest at her own joke. I love whenever I would get her nails and/or feet painted she would tell me she was a " 'ot gal now" and I would say "watch out now!". 
We loved going to church where she would belt out the songs being sung whether she knew the words or not and then head up to our Sunday School class where almost everyone would stop just to hug her or shake her hand. Then we would head home, sit on my couch watch Law and Order reruns and inevitably fall asleep, both of us, blissfully snoring and ignoring the world for a bit. 

I miss her smile, her soft hands, her tams and all the windbreakers. I will miss her saying "Hello, Dawlin." whenever she called. I love you, Mama.

“Mom” came into my life in 1988- a bridge over troubled water when I needed comfort and reassurance- and thereafter remained a steadfast friend and mother. I have thanked her numerous times for the man she raised (Alrick), and expressed my sincere appreciation for her being a nurturing and loving “momma” to our children and grandkids. To her children and extended family members - you loved her best, and have endless stories and memories to share. Let us keep Florence’s spirit alive through our connectedness. Family was the alpha and omega of her journey on Earth. The greatest tribute one can offer cherished ancestors is acknowledging and following the guiding footsteps they trekked on our behalf. Rest peacefully “Mom”. I love you.

Hello Darling. Miss your Love, your Laughter .  Miss everything about you. Love you Forever my Sweet Mother. 

OBITUARY

Florence Evadney Stewart

November 4, 1938 – January 25, 2021

Dunbar Funeral Home – Dutch Fork Chapel

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