THE EDITOR, Sir:
TODAY IS Sunday, and I am sad. I have been sad for the past two weeks because Danny, my friend, my Gleaner man, is no longer with us.
For many years, Danny sold newspapers to his many customers at the corner of Mountain View Avenue and Old Hope Road and the surrounding environs.
Danny was committed to his job and he could be seen at his "spot", whether it was raining cats and dogs or there was brilliant sunshine.
He was never late or absent and remained at work to the bitter end. He aimed to please his many customers.
Danny and I had a special relationship. We usually met either outside my apartment or on Old Hope Road where we spoke about politics, religion or just life in general.
He loved his children and always spoke about them as they were the main reason he worked so hard. He wanted them to be successful in life as he wished it no other way as long as he could work.
Danny, you are no longer with us but I will never forget you. I will miss your smile, your kindness and your graciousness. I will also miss hearing you call me "Mum" as you so affectionately addressed your special ladies. Danny died tragically and my prayer for this country is that it will one day be a gentler, kinder society.
I am, etc.,
MUM
