Victor Antonio Young - Online Memorial Website

Every summer my family visits jamaica and we would yell Mr.Chin when we reach the shop so he could know we were here. We would get mangoes, banana, and I personally would get my cherry milk. We would talk and laugh. He was like a father to my kids and up to this day my son still talks about him.

This was my tribute to Uncle Victor at the memorial service held for him. It's a poem by Pauline Graham Binder and it's entitled "A Father"

 

A father knows when to be tough

And when to be kind

Knows to always show love

But never be blind

 

He Knows how to treat daddy's little girl

And to teach his little boy

How to be a man in this world

 

A father is a pillar of strength

Who walks through life with confident strides

But is not afraid to show his vulnerable side

 

A father helps with homework

He may not even understand

Because just being there is

Doing the best he can

 

He knows it takes a moment

To be a father

But a lifetime to be a dad

It takes commitment, patience and hanging in there

Through the good times and the bad

 

He has wisdom, he has style

Can catch a lady's eye with his devastating smile

But knows to never ever disrespect

The mother of his child

 

And one day he may choke up

And not know what to do

When he hears a sweet voice say

THANK YOU, DAD. I LOVE YOU.

How can i forget pops, my dad, my best friend and my hero... He could always tell when i had something on my mind even when i tried to hide it. Pops was the only person who knew me completely, he knew what i was capable even when i myself did not know. As i mature i realise that the most important persons in your life  are always taken away too soon, but the less important ones never go away. I know he is proud of me and all i have accomplished.

I remember once  we went to the pond to catch turtles, and when we got home he said, suzan here is the fork as sonn as him push out him head you go stick it with the fork and hold it so mi can cut it off, i was scared but with pops there i know i had no reason to be afraid......

The last time i saw him was two weeks before his death when i went to him so he could make something for me. I still cant believe that he is gone, bu Dad i am sure i will see again.....thanks for all the food, the advice, the jokes and especially all the love that you gave to me.

It's not the race of kit or kin nor is it the color of the skin, but it's the true heart that lives within that makes you a man...

 

In memory of Victor Antonio Young Sunrise October 20,1951 Sunset November 13, 2006.

 

Your memory is our keepsake, with which we will never part, your presence and your pleasant smile no length of time can take away our thoughts of you each day.

Your loving ways your kindness and the thoughtful things you did. THe jokes you gave us. In sickness we could always depend on you to give a helping hand.

 

You were upright and just to the end of your days. You had that special way to warm the hearts of everyone. you were always there to encourage us.Beautiful ways of you will always be cherished.

 

Sadly missed by sister Joyce, nephew Damian and brother-in-law  Clarence.R.I.P.

 

I I yes uncle victor a u a di real big man.i will spray di same vibes u teach mi as a youth , give tanks fi u blessing u give i ,your works will neva be forgotten.dem take u life but dem cant tek u works.i rememba him use to take care of mi and mi breada and sista dem every summer and one summer him teach mi how fi swim,one day wi a go all deh a di beach again , to mi aunty arlett  now u have u own personal angel so, so let jah rastafari riches bless fall on u forever more and tank u for your giudeance throw di years love u always jah bless .junyah lee say dat I I

I remember one summer we were staying with Uncle Victor and Me, Kerry, Millie and Tyice were hanging out as we usually do. Anyhow one day we all had an argument and Me, Kerry and Millie decided that we weren't going to speak to Tyice. But Uncle Victor site di rake and gave us a whopping. From that day I just can't keep a malice. He taught me good. He would have been proud of me.

 

Jana Lee

            I remembered it like it was yesterday and that's a day I will never forget. It was on July 16, 2006 when I hugged my dad and I saw tears of joy in his eyes. When I had put my arms around him I never wanted to let go. He held a surprise party for me. He made soup with a mixture of chicken and duck which was wonderful. I had so much to eat I was stuffed. Even when I was refusing to eat he still gave me more, his phrase was " before good food waste mek belly bus." While I was there on my vacation every morning he gave me seven different fruits to eat because I told him i was watching my figure. Even tho I was watching my figure he gave me food to eat right through the day and how could I resist, we all loved his cooking. I followed him to the market when he was doing his shopping. He walks pretty fast but I tried to keep up and he made sure I was always beside him. I remembered everyone asking him if that's his pretty daughter and he would reply " yuh nuh si shi look just like me" and he laughed. I Knew he felt good because I did. That feeling was a feeling I can't explain.

          Another specail moment was when I introduced Corey to my dad, he spoke to both of us and I knew then and there I had his blessing. I am glad I had gotten that opportunity to introduce him to my dad. I had alot of memories of him, there isn't enough space to go on. That saying "memories don't leave like people do" is so true. He is not here with us anymore but his memories lives on. The memories I shared with him is unforgettable.

Thank you all for those memories you all have written. I remember them as if it were yesterday and so many more. But my last memory of him was the night they took him, I gave him his dinner he was so tired and Kassaan was dancing, wine with me and he kept on laughing, I gave him some sour sop juice and he said to me "man Lette a so it nice give me some more". I did not know it would be the last time I would see him laugh or not to talk to him again. The worst part was to see him lying in his blood it is so painful. I'll never forget you my love today would have been 33 years since we were married.

I  remember when grandpa gave us ice - cream and grandpa and grandma gave  us a kiss on the cheek. You told us to say our prayers and we did. I miss you everyday. Even you never saw Miya. You are still in our heart grandpa. We miss you so so much. You are the best dad & grandpa. I know you are the best grandpa ever.

I remember the last time I spoke with my dad it was the night before he was ripped from our lives. He spoke to me as if he knew he was leaving I told him I didn't want to hear that because he is not leaving any time soon. He promised to make me some manish water soup the next time I saw him because he knew it was my favourite.He was the world's greatest dad I know this because he was one in a million and he was my dad, my hero, my friend, & my teacher. I miss him so much it hurts. I will never hear his voice again because I can't pick up the phone and call him when I want to. I keep replaying his smile in my head over and over again. My girls won't have the chance to make memories with him they won't here his comforting voice. I will have to share the ones I have and the ones all of you will continue to share. Thank you all for lighting a candle, sharing your memories and your thoughts of my dad.

It's difficult when we can't figure out what tommorow brings.  I never knew that the final good-bye was at the airport.  I remember the hug, the squeeze, and the charming smile.  I remember your sense of humour when I had to unpack my luggages.  I remember the last look I gave you when I proceeded to immigration; if only I knew that was our last moment together. All these memories keep lingering in my mind.  You are gone but you stay forever in my heart, in my memory and in my soul.  May your soul rest in peace until we meet again. Love you always, Sis. 

My goodness, how could I forget about those dumplins, they were huge Fooksang used to eat alot of them. And I can't believe I forgot about pushing Thunder. Those were really the days. Remember when he dressed Junior's bottom when he sat on the machette. And how he called Andrew "drewbone" I can hear him now.

 

Natalie yuh right, these kids definitely missed out. Yuh know I can remember when he would take us to the pork pit too. Bwoy if wi never get nuttin fram Uncle Victor wi surely did get nuff food and love. An him woulda drap asleep when yuh lie dung beside him a tell him bout wah happen fi di day and when yuh ask him "Uncle Victor, yuh sleeping" him jump outta him sleep and say "no man, no man".

 

Hey do you guys remember when we were living by the shop and we had dinner that night and Millicent got up from around the table and Aunty Arlet said to Milli, "Milli what must you say when you leave the table" and Milli had a perturbed look on her face and said "I don't know". And Aunty Arlet said say excuse me and Milli just looked up at her and said "mi neva poop". And we all burst out laughing. We had mad fun, no doubt.

I remember thinking who is this man with the funny hair when I met my Uncle Victor for the first time! I must have been about 9 or 10 years old. Even at that age I could see he was a strong man, who touched people with his fairness and generosity. I remember the shop at albion where I'd go occasionally to play with my cousins and watch videos. He was always laughing, cracking joke etc. You could see that he was respected by the community. As I grew up, moved away and lost contact, I heard that so many changes were happening in Mobay. I was totally shocked to hear the news, but one thing was evident, Throughout all those years, Uncle Victor had remained a person of great character who tried to help those less fortunate. On hindsight, you see you sometimes take your family for granted, assuming they'll always be there- I wish I could have said proper goodbyes. RIP uncle Victor. Much Love

Yes, I remember those days like they were yesterday, our kids will never have the kind of fun we had going to mobay every holiday. I remember the sweet and sour pork we ate under the moonlight, and sleeping on dry grass was fun. Boys were against girls when it was eating time, yeah the big cart wheel dumplings uncle Victor made and we had a competition of who could eat the most. There were so many of us there had to be two seperate tables on for boys and one for girls and although the majority of us weren't his he treated us as if we were his. 

 

I still remember waking up to rise and shine and let's go, let's go. Singing those songs as we were traveling to church or to the beach, or having to get out to push thunder cause it broke down on our way home.

 

When we had to go back home was heart breaking, that time i cried as we were going on the bus and uncle Victor thought I was crying because he was teasing me about boiling cabbage first before cooking it. Sooooooooooo many memories so many good times. Too bad that life has a way of pulling people apart instead of together, cause as we grew older all our lives became seperate. I'm sorry my children never got to learn some of the things we got to from uncle Victor.

Uncle Victor would take us to the beach and teach us (all 15 of us kids) how to float. I can still hear him say "relax, relax, relax, relax...." He definitely knew how to have fun.

 

Then his famous words early in the morning is "Rise and Shine, Rise and Shine". Many of us kids uses that same expression now.

 

Oh and when he had the triumph he would pile all of us in it and whenever it rains the wipers never worked so he would have his hands outside wiping as he drives. And those late nights he would tell ghost stories. And stories of him working on the ship. And that time when they dropped off the blocks of ice and we sailed down to the house on them. He made being a kid pretty amazing.