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This is dedicated to my friend Emile Henderson who passed away yesterday (October 20, 2007) after being diagnosed with liver cancer just a month ago.






I remember the first time we met.It was as if you were seeing a long lost friend from your homeland of St. Croix.I smile to myself as I recall the difficulty I had in trying to understand your accent.So many times I would just nod my head in agreement to whatever! it was you were saying.



But we did share a universal language and that was when it came to sports.I appreciate how you never treated me as if I didn’t know what I was talking about because I was a woman.You always listened to my viewpoints and, sometimes, respectfully disagreed with what I had to say.Your love for baseball was obvious and it was always interesting to hear your take on it all.Even on the day of your death, your son-in-law and I watched as your eyes opened when we started talking about the Indians-Red Sox series.



As family members gathered at your bedside yesterday, I learned more about your wonderful spirit.You were larger than life in the eyes of your loved ones because of your caring and giving spirit.You could’ve easily gone through life a bitter and angry man after your career-ending accident in 1968 but you didn’t.You saved the lives of those two little girls at the risk of your own.And I’m convinced you’d do it again if you had to.



A Real Father---A Real Man:that’s how you’ll be remembered by your wife and children who recalled the unselfish things you used to do for them.



I will remember you as a man of few words with a quiet, gentle nature.I felt the love you had for me, my daughter and my grandson.I was always amazed at how Jarod took to you right from the beginning and how you spoiled him as if he were on of your own grandkids.



God called you home yesterday (Saturday).He decided you didn’t need to suffer any longer.As much as we all did to prepare ourselves for that moment, the sting of death still hurts.We are now praying that God will give us the strength, comfort and peacethat surpasses all understanding.



Meanwhile, there’s one thing I do know for sure.After taking your last breath, God welcomed you with open arms and said “Well done, my good and faithful servant."



Goodbye, my dear friend.



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