A TRIBUTE TO LLOYD GONSALVES

 A TRIBUTE TO LLOYD GONSALVES Friendship is fleeting, friendship is indelibly ingrained,  friendship is cognitive, friend is reciprocal,  friendship grows, friendship remains stagnant! Friendship is all of these things and more! 

When I moved from New York to Florida, one of the first persons I met was Lloyd Gonsalves. We only met occasionally but those moments were cemented by an understanding and mutual respect for each other. He was like a breath of fresh air amongst a sea of disgruntled and troubled men!

Lloyd Gonsalves was humble, appreciative, respectful, culturally embedded and conciliatory! There was an electric connection between him and I. We communicated on social media and developed a friendship that was abruptly broken when he left these realms and his soul progressed to the great beyond.

Lloyd Gonsalves,  in my encounter with him, was a man of peace, love, unity and unbridled compassion. 

In these last days of his life on this earthly plane he endeavoured to spend his life with his extended family. He posted pictures of happiness,  joy and contentment when he visited Guyana, the land of his birth. He did all of this in spite of his physical travails. He fought hard and long to win: to win a battle over sickness and impediments that attack our earthly,  physical composition.

But life is fragile! So fragile that even fortitude and rebellion cannot suffice. He complained of not feeling well and raced back home but his endurance,  his fortitude and his love of life crumbled. 

What are we? Who are we? Do we have answers? Our physical bodies are fragile and sometimes incomprehensible.

Lloyd Gonsalves will be etched in my memory as a friend, a friend who came naturally in my path, on this troubled and precarious journey of life. 

Lloyd, may your journey to the great beyond 

be full of peace and fulfillment. May your family, wherever they are, be comforted in this time of grief.

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