Devon Palmer

Eulogy for Devon Allister Palmer

“For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord. Whether we live therefore or die, we are the Lord’s.”                                                                        Romans 14 vs 8.

Good day to you all. We are gathered here today in memory of my brother, Devon, so that together we may acknowledge and share both our joy in the gift that his life was to us and the pain that in passing brings. In sharing the joy and the pain together today may we lessen the pain and remember more clearly the joy.

Devon Allister Palmer known to many as “Blacks” was just 59 yrs. old when he passed away. He was born December 21, 1958 to parents Dazel and Adina Palmer in a lovely little district called Paisley in Jamaica. Growing up with Devon as an older sibling wasn’t always easy. It seemed to me that he was always up to some mischief in the home or in the neighborhood in general. I remember one day when my eldest brother Sal was away at work and Devon decided to take out his prized car out for a joy ride in the community. His first stop was at a school where he was working as a Trainee Teacher. Dressed in his trade mark white trousers, he was the top man at school for the day. He was totally having the day of his life, until he had a minor accident at the school's gate and messed up the paint job on the car, this was going to be a problem. Sal was the last person he should want to offend in this way because he just wasn’t going to take it lightly. I will never forget the look on his face that day when he got home to find Sal waiting at the gate.

Devon was quite a popular figure in our community. He was feared by some but admired by so many others. He used to play soccer in his early years and was even a member of the community’s soccer squad. At one point, he took up martial arts and appointed himself trainer for a group of guys in our community whom he sometimes put together for an entertaining round of boxing in the streets.

You could just meet my Brother, and in few seconds, you felt like you have known him for years. He was always conscious of his appearance and talked endlessly about living the big life. His first trip overseas took him to Canada in the late 70’s, and it came as no surprise to us back home when we heard he was making a name for himself in the world of fashion. It didn’t take long for him to assume the title of ‘Mr. Toronto’ as he pursued his dream of becoming a model. His dream however was shattered when he was forced to leave Canada in 1980. On his return to Jamaica, Devon demeaned the fact that he could hardly find suitable clothing for his new life there. He created waves among the people in the community who couldn't decide what to make of his new appearance.

Eulogy for Devon Allister Palmer

“For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord. Whether we live therefore or die, we are the Lord’s.”                                                                        Romans 14 vs 8.

Good day to you all. We are gathered here today in memory of my brother, Devon, so that together we may acknowledge and share both our joy in the gift that his life was to us and the pain that in passing brings. In sharing the joy and the pain together today may we lessen the pain and remember more clearly the joy.

Devon Allister Palmer known to many as “Blacks” was just 59 yrs. old when he passed away. He was born December 21, 1958 to parents Dazel and Adina Palmer in a lovely little district called Paisley in Jamaica. Growing up with Devon as an older sibling wasn’t always easy. It seemed to me that he was always up to some mischief in the home or in the neighborhood in general. I remember one day when my eldest brother Sal was away at work and Devon decided to take out his prized car out for a joy ride in the community. His first stop was at a school where he was working as a Trainee Teacher. Dressed in his trade mark white trousers, he was the top man at school for the day. He was totally having the day of his life, until he had a minor accident at the school's gate and messed up the paint job on the car, this was going to be a problem. Sal was the last person he should want to offend in this way because he just wasn’t going to take it lightly. I will never forget the look on his face that day when he got home to find Sal waiting at the gate.

Devon was quite a popular figure in our community. He was feared by some but admired by so many others. He used to play soccer in his early years and was even a member of the community’s soccer squad. At one point, he took up martial arts and appointed himself trainer for a group of guys in our community whom he sometimes put together for an entertaining round of boxing in the streets.

You could just meet my Brother, and in few seconds, you felt like you have known him for years. He was always conscious of his appearance and talked endlessly about living the big life. His first trip overseas took him to Canada in the late 70’s, and it came as no surprise to us back home when we heard he was making a name for himself in the world of fashion. It didn’t take long for him to assume the title of ‘Mr. Toronto’ as he pursued his dream of becoming a model. His dream however was shattered when he was forced to leave Canada in 1980. On his return to Jamaica, Devon demeaned the fact that he could hardly find suitable clothing for his new life there. He created waves among the people in the community who couldn't decide what to make of his new appearance.

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