On behalf of my mother in law, my brother in law, my wife and daughters, I would like to express my sincere and profound thanks to all of you who have joined us today to say farewell to Dad. We are particularly grateful to all those who traveled from outside Toronto, indeed outside Canada, to be with us. Over the past few days, weeks and months your expressions of support and care have been an immense source of comfort as we prepared for and mourn the death of Dad.

No matter how much we accept the inevitability of death, the reality of death is still a painful experience. But this pain is lessened by our knowledge that you all have been there for us and share in our grief.

As we mourn the death of dad, we also celebrate his full life: a life that touched so many, in so many varied ways. A life full of meaning which has left a legacy for us all to ponder, to cherish and from which to learn.

Imagine a young black boy from the humble island of St. Vincent, qualifying as a physician at the prestigious McGill University and establishing a clinic in Toronto Canada in the 1960’s and becoming a founder of the now internationally famous festival, CARIBANA, which celebrates the culture and people of the Caribbean region. This mature successful professional then decided to return to his regional roots to contribute to the provision of medical services to the people he loved. ...

Such was the life on Al Liverpool.

God gave him a number of powerful gifts. The gift of a powerful intellect, the gift of fortitude not to be overwhelmed by obstacles, the courage to meet head on the challenges of life, the gift of the grace to exhort, encourage and assist others to enable them to achieve the maximum potential and develop their own god given talents and finally the gift of a strong commitment to the family.

Al Liverpool was born in Chili Village, St. Vincent; to a farmer who had ten children. Here was the beginning of his formation. He had to work, and he to go to school, and he had to share with his brothers and sisters. A good work ethic, a good education and the gift of charity and family would remain with him all of his life.

Imagine what strength it must have taken, to leave the relatively safe confines of life in tropical St. Vincent to travel thousands of miles to the uninviting cold of Canada to join the Canadian armed forces in order to fight a war, which to the uninformed had very little to do with him. He knew that the result of the War would have an impact on his life wherever he may live.

Dad did not really like to talk about the War. But his military experience, which included the traumatic experience of D-Day, must have had a profound impact on his life. Not only did it further instill in him the importance of a healthy discipline and enable him to develop the gift of leadership, it equally caused him to realize that having been spared,life should be lived to it fullest, which indeed he did. Having returned to Canada after the war in Europe, Dad joined the Canadian Officers Training Corp. and graduated head of his class of Officer Cadets in 1953. That is Al Liverpool, the leader. It is not without significance that Dad specifically asked to be buried in his military uniform and he died on Sunday, 8th May, 2005, in the year of the Veteran, and the day when the leaders of Europe and North America were celebrating the 60th anniversary on the end of the war in Europe. How touched we were last night, when we heard the last post.

After the war Dad entered McGill, where he excelled. His leadership skill again manifested itself when he was elected as the President of the Pre Medical Society and of the West Indian Society at McGill. Having married mom on his return from the war, McGill was the start of a life where Al and Elaine Liverpool opened their homes and hospitality to all, particularly family and friends who came from St. Vincent or any other part of the region or indeed the world. What an impact he had on those who would enter a strange land and cold land, to experience the warmth, friendship and engaging personality of Al Liverpool and his quiet, devoted and supportive wife for almost 60 years, Elaine. He was the life of the party and had a manner that would have made everyone feel welcomed. How proud he would have been to have known that his younger grand daughter, Viola, had followed in his footsteps and is studying at McGill and presently serves as the President of the Caribbean Students Society at McGill, the successor to the West Indian Society.

Dad moved to Toronto in 1956, a 37 year old newly McGill trained Black physician. His application for internship was refused by two hospitals. We need not guess why! With the assistance of Nuns he obtained admission to St Joseph’s Hospital as an intern, when he again excelled and manifested his intellect, work ethic and leadership skills, by being awarded the prize of Intern of the Year.

All of us know of the College Euclid Clinic and Dr. Rose and others have spoken to this achievement. We all know that he served as the Chairman of the first Organizing committee of the CARIBANA Festival. These accomplishments are a signal tribute to his intellect, his leadership, and his commitment to his people. How dare could a person form St. Vincent dream to establish a private full clinic in Toronto, Canada! Can anything good come out of Nazareth? But he did not do it for himself alone. He did it for us! He did it to show us that with the use of the intellect God gave to us, discipline, and hard work, we can all dare to dream and we can all climb every mountain till we find our dream.

During this time, did something else few people from the Caribbean dared to do. He dared to learn and master the game of golf! How many black professionals in the 1960’s sought to practice golf. Tiger Woods had not even been born. This is another example of how Dad dared to dream and to be at the vanguard, to open doors, to make it easier for those of us who followed him. As Des Braithwaite told us, golf was a passion of his and provided another outlook for his creative energies. I suspect that it was a matter of supreme regret for him that although he left his golf clubs at my house so that I could learn the sport, I did not take up that challenge and that his clubs remain exactly where he left them.

In 1975, Dad came to my country, The Bahamas. A foreign black medical staff coordinator at the Princess Margaret Hospital. His larger than life personality enabled him to overcome, the prejudices and resentments that came with his job. He challenged the young Bahamian doctors to be the professionals that they were trained to be and defended those same doctors against the interference of an overbearing political directorate. He was an integral part of the Bahamian society and both mom and he continued their pattern of friendship, warmth and hospitality.

The move to Barbados proved to be another milestone in his full life. Whereas in The Bahamas, he was an Administrator, in Barbados, for the first time he practiced medicine in the region and provided a specialty in allergy, which was scarce in the region. In his practice in Barbados, he had patients that traveled from other islands both near and far and in many ways this was a most fulfilling part of his life. He was practicing medicine in the region for his people for the love of it and not for a career. He had already had his career. He had overcome the dangers of the world war, he had qualified as a physician and successfully conquered the challenges of being a Black professional in North America. He had traveled the world and had provided for his family.

Dad lived a life that was full. As we looked through the albums with the pictures of his life story, it becomes clear that dad was a happy and fulfilled person. People enjoyed his company and he enjoyed regaling us with the stories of his life. When he was around, everyone knew that he was present.

It is not easy to fully describe the personality and character of Al Liverpool. I can use the adjective of a Barbadian lawyer who had met him in Barbados. It was “urbane”. I can use the word of a retail salesman who only met him but once, “distinguished”. I prefer however to use the word of his son Ronnie. It was “caring”

To me, Dad’s greatest gifts were his care of and love for his family: his gift of charity, his gift of generosity. He was there for all of us when we needed him, husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle or cousin. We all knew he was there. He was there to advise, to assist, to challenge, to cheer, to recommend and to rebuke. He was the leader to whom we turned when we were in need. He never failed us. He constantly reminded us of the importance, nay the necessity, of a good education. That is why his elder granddaughter, Michela, a law student at the School of Oriental and African Studies at the University of London, had to chose whether to write her exams this week or attend today’s funeral. She could not do both. She is in London, England preparing for an examination on Monday morning. She knows that to Dad, successfully completing one’s education was of paramount importance.

Though we may not have always agreed with some of Dad’s decisions; and indeed may have found some of them particularly harsh, we always knew that they were made with what he thought were in the best interest of the family. Dad cared for his people.

How proud he was of his daughter, who has followed in his footsteps, by her works of charity in The Bahamas. Camille, it may seem so unfair to you, whom he adored so much, that Dad died on Mother’s day and` is being buried on your birthday. But perhaps in his death he has taught all of us one final lesson. That the temporal pleasures of mother’s day, father’s day, birthdays and anniversaries, significant though they are, are in the end, of little importance. What is more important is the life we live, with the certainty of death and that in the end we are all accountable to Him, who gave us our gifts and talents, for whatsoever we do to the least of our brothers. My darling, you can be so proud to be his daughter and despite the United States immigration officer, maintain the name Liverpool as part of your name.

Dad, you have indeed fought the good fight and have finished your race.

May the angels now lead you into Paradise; may the martyrs welcome you at the heavenly gates and lead you to the holy city, the new and eternal Jerusalem.

May your soul and the souls of all the faithfully departed through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen