The first to name you Papa, the first to name me Babba. For tradition’s sake and why don’t I just start this off FIRST? I should be preparing myself to say goodbye & begin making my way Trinidad to see you off, but it’s rather debilitating to wake up to our new normal now with you not being here. I keep thinking the ladies at Loving Care will bring you out into the gallery for an evening lime. I suppose I also keep waiting for them to call to tell us this was a terrible mistake, though I know it’s not. Papa, the Earth will now forever spin off its axis, my world as I know it, forever changed, because you are no longer part of it. There’s always going to be a space in my heart reserved only for you. Enjoy heaven. Love you forever, Babba.