memories of howard from friends & family

SANDRA GLAVES-MORGAN

What I loved most about my brother, Howard, was how we were able to share the present moment.  He was one of those people that you did not always have to meet where he was.  I believe that Howard was in touch with the essence of heaven:  God, one’s heart, birds, flowers, trees, sunrise, sunset, joy, peace, and Sammy, his dog.  Even though he was kind and generous, deeply cared about family, and loved and adored his children and grandchildren, he struggled with trusting God. (None of us is perfect.) However, he never lost his belief.  This life prepares you for the next.  He is missed and I do miss my brother, my friend, right now.

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DONOVAN SMELLIE

My dearest cousin Howard, “gone too soon”! You were the big brother that I never had, and you left Jamaica a year after I was born so we never had time to bond. Howard was not a tall man by normal standards but he was a giant among men. When he walked into a room you noticed him and after a cocktail or two he would be the life of the party, making sure that everyone was enjoying themselves. When he laughed, the room resounded, a laugh that his dear son Jonathan inherited. Every time that I hear Jon laugh I have an immediate image of Howard. His passions were his family, his job, golf and his dog. The four most important things in his life, that he devoted all his time and efforts to. We shared the same birthday, April 5th, and as in the past, my birthday will be a day when I also celebrate his life and cherish his memory. I will always love you and miss you and will never forget you!!

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ROLAND HARRIS

Here’s to the best friend a person could have. A driven individual with a clear view of what he wanted to achieve in life. Had a smile that cut straight to your heart. Howard was real, he was present for you when he was with you. Always intuitive, insightful and generous. I will miss him and cherish every memory we shared over the years. Rest in Peace my friend.

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COURTNEY FISHER, M.D.

Cousin Howard. Calling his name, I immediately see a wide glowing smile. Erect in posture; though shorter than myself; his personality elevated him to a level beyond. His appearance coincided with us having similar appreciation which whetted our appetite for that which was beautiful in life. The most memorable characterization of him was at the time of Uncle Aston’s funeral when he spoke of his dad’s shoe. The worn out shoe with the hole in it made Howard whom he was. He gave so much to all and provided for those dear to him with such compassion. He became Aston; well worthy of wearing his shoes.
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ISHMAEL MORGAN

My brother-in-law, Howard Lloyd Glaves, was a good human being who died much too young. He was lots of fun, especially when we were enjoying a cocktail together. We would laugh and talk and just act silly, even when we talked on the phone; all in good taste. Those moments and interactions will always be with me. He will be dearly missed by many. During his seemingly short time with us, he had much to be proud of, in terms of his achievements. May he find peace and comfort.