Barbados: A Tribute to Miss B and the Island I Love
The funeral was a small, dignified affair in Barbados, a place where hats are a staple in the attire. The deceased, adorned in a pink hat with feathers and ivory lace gloves, was a woman who had always been seen wearing hats, leaving the writer searching for the perfect hat to pay tribute.
Despite the lack of a stunning hat, the writer reflected on the significance of the funeral, a reminder of a loved one and a cherished time in Barbados. The island held memories of freedom, safety, and true self, unlike any other place in the world.
For the writer, the sea in Barbados held a special place, offering a sense of freedom and adventure unlike anywhere else. The memories of swimming in Carlisle Bay and reading in the deep windowsills of a plain, yet comfortable house, brought back a sense of nostalgia.
The writer’s childhood, filled with strict rules and suspicion, was magically transformed near the water in Barbados, where all restrictions faded away. The sea became a constant link to the past and a reminder of the cherished memories of loved ones who have since passed.
As the writer fondly recalls the connections between the Caribbean islands through the sea, it serves as a reminder of the importance of embracing one’s true self and finding solace in the memories that shape us.
