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RIP, Marc
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Dear Editor,
Now that the news of his murder and funeral have faded from the media, let me take a moment to say a few words about my friend, Marc Johnson.
Marc was one of the most positive people you could ever meet, always full of bright suggestions to make one's life and career better and more successful, always ready to give a helping hand to a friend when one thought there was no solution to the problem. He was an asset to the organising of any entertainment event, and his contacts for publicity in any media were legendary and reached from top to bottom of the Jamaican society. Everyone Marc came in contact with was mesmerised by his charm and happy energy, and there were occasions when his generous spirit helped solve a serious problem and present valuable opportunities.
Of my many encounters with Marc, the one I remember most occurred at my mother's funeral when I collapsed at the graveside, and was surprised to find that the arms that sprang to lift me up and console me were Marc's. I did not even know he was there or why he had come, but he simply smiled and said, "It was your mother, Barbara. I had to be here."
People still talk about Marc and express shock and horror at the way he departed this life. Whatever may be the truth behind it all, I was one of many, many people who saw only the good person Marc was, and this memory is what will remain. Therefore, let me add my words to the many memorials to my friend, Marc Johnson. May he rest in peace.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Dear Editor,
Now that the news of his murder and funeral have faded from the media, let me take a moment to say a few words about my friend, Marc Johnson.
Marc was one of the most positive people you could ever meet, always full of bright suggestions to make one's life and career better and more successful, always ready to give a helping hand to a friend when one thought there was no solution to the problem. He was an asset to the organising of any entertainment event, and his contacts for publicity in any media were legendary and reached from top to bottom of the Jamaican society. Everyone Marc came in contact with was mesmerised by his charm and happy energy, and there were occasions when his generous spirit helped solve a serious problem and present valuable opportunities.
Of my many encounters with Marc, the one I remember most occurred at my mother's funeral when I collapsed at the graveside, and was surprised to find that the arms that sprang to lift me up and console me were Marc's. I did not even know he was there or why he had come, but he simply smiled and said, "It was your mother, Barbara. I had to be here."
People still talk about Marc and express shock and horror at the way he departed this life. Whatever may be the truth behind it all, I was one of many, many people who saw only the good person Marc was, and this memory is what will remain. Therefore, let me add my words to the many memorials to my friend, Marc Johnson. May he rest in peace.