In Loving memory of

NIGEL LINDO

Tribute from the family to Nigel – The 4th of twelve children of Carol Lindo and Esmine Lindo.

When I was given the task of writing a tribute to Nigel from the family, I wondered how I would go about such a task. After some consideration I decided that the best approach is to try and capture the essence of my brother through the eyes of those who knew him and loved him best; his family.

I started with his nieces and nephews. To them Nigel was an uncle who was a stickler for discipline. He tolerated no insolence or misbehaviour particularly from the boys, including his sons. He spared no opportunity to do his bit to ensure they grew up to be good men.

“There is no excuse for dirty shoes”,

“Look the person in the eye when they talk to you”

“Brush your hair”,

“Clean your teeth”; were constant instructions he gave to the boys both verbally and by his own example.

Lisa and LaToya recall when he used to take them home from St John’s Prep School. Nigel insisted they not sleep during the drive in case “something happens” If you sleep I’m going stop the car and drop you off.” Every day while driving home they would struggle to stay awake no matter how tired they were.  One day Toya fell asleep and was awoken to Lisa shouting “wake up, wake up”,   as Uncle Nigel was lifting her out of the car at Swan Sea. To this day Toya still finds it hard to sleep while the car is driving.

To his siblings particularly those who were born in close, (Jacqueline the daughter born before him and Shirley born after him) he was their champion and their hero. His sister Shirley talks of their youthful explorations and describes him as a figure that was larger than life; protecting her from charging cows, angry because she disturbed her calf; protecting her from several beating from our parents by taking the blame himself.

His brother David remembers him as a compassionate man who would undertake care of animals which were sick or lame and too much a bother for everybody else.

His love for growing things was renowned and I can proudly say he was the first person I saw propagate a plant.

The members of the community describe Nigel as a humble man; kind and quick to help those in need. Who else but Nigel would think of mailing a card to the widow of his recently deceased friend even though he had to pass her house on the way to the Post Office?

This friend recalls how touched she was by his actions and the comfort he gave to her. Other persons recount many instances when they called on him in the dead of the night to take a sick family member, or an expectant mother to the hospital.  Nigel would never refuse.

            Nigel fathered six sons. As a father he was constantly occupied and preoccupied with the life and future of the boys.  His oldest sons Kahlil and Naton were with him during the final moments of his life and though they are both young, stood with him like men while his siblings were absent.  They had displayed the same qualities through every detail of the planning of his last rites.

            Lastly, but perhaps most importantly, Nigel was a son.  Here I wish to read words written by his mother in his memory after his passing as she sought to deal with her loss and bereavement, a portion of which is borrowed from an old favourite hymn:

“ When the passing world is done

When He has sunk the glaring sun

When we stand with Christ in glory

Looking over life’s finished story

Then Lord shall I fully know

Not till then how much I owe

When I stand before the Throne

Dressed in beauty not my own

When I see Thee as Thou art

Love thee with an un-sinning heart

Then Lord shall I fully know

Not till then how much I owe

 

 

When I think of my son Nigel, I see him safely in the arms of Jesus and Him leading him through the waters and the fire.  I see the hands of Jesus over him, and the Lord saying, “Come home my child to the place I have prepared for you; where no bolts are needed on the doors, no termites enter the building to the home where the builder and maker is God your Lord.

Nigel is my fourth child and was always attentive to me especially when I was sick.  On account of epileptic seizures Nigel college education was cut short. When my daughters are away Nigel is both son and daughter to me, and even when they are at home, he is ever watchful in the event that he is needed to help in any way.  He always expressed that he doubted whether any of his siblings could bear his illness for such a long time. It was almost as if he was happy they didn’t have to. He was often frustrated with the constant daily medication and taking his tablets was often a chore.  In our quiet times together or when we would take walks in the yard early in the mornings, we would often speak of our shared faith, and Nigel would recount bible passages and stories.  One of Nigel’s favourite was the story of the Exodus and the experiences of the Israelites on their journey to the Promised Land.  The suffering and crucifixion of Jesus for our redemption was another of his pet subject.

Nigel lived a full life.  His illness, while his constant companion, did not define who he was.  He was a man who loved life, loved to play practical jokes on his siblings, loved a good laugh, was always loyal to his family and friends, and most importantly loved his Lord. He will be sadly missed by all.

Walk good mi bredda!!!