Dear Sir,I write to you once more with a heavy heart for a cherished friend of mine and also for his many friends in Bermuda and in New York, where he has been living and working for many years. His name is Arron Edward Bleeker, Bermuda born and raised in my favourite neck of the woods, St George’s. Arron passed away in New York on January 12, far too soon, at the age of 45.His mother and family were devastated by his passing. What a pill to swallow. No mom should have to bury a son or daughter. There is no greater love than a mother’s love, so true. He was only just beginning life’s journey with many aspirations, and dreams for the future, making life better for himself, but even more so for his family. Arron was totally adored by his loving wife, Lisa, and daughter Megan. Arron was wanting Megan to excel in all her future endeavours. She was his pride and joy. Arron was a charming little tyke with mischief stamped on his forehead. While growing up in St George’s, he was always playing, or planning a prank or two on the family, especially his sister, but all for a good laugh. Arron attended his early school days in St George’s, then later, like his sister, he would attend Warwick Academy. In no time, Arron would make many friends throughout his time at Warwick Academy. At The Wharf restaurant and bar in St George’s, his family had a celebration of his life with many of his family and friends here in Bermuda, especially, those very important friends of St George’s, which was quite evident at the celebration. What was really special was the number of his classmates from Warwick Academy who were there to celebrate his life. You could feel the love and admiration from each of them. He would have been over the moon with the gathering of his friends. Present were many older friends of the family, many, of course, from the St George’s and St David’s area, who remembered Arron as a special youngster. Arron was a member of the local chapter of the Bermuda Sea Cadets, which he really enjoyed. He quickly excelled within the ranks. A special letter was given to his family from the Sea Cadets commander. It was a tribute to Arron about how they all appreciated his presence. Many people spoke of the good times shared with Arron, especially his sister who truly loved him and spoke of Arron with high regard, but would have sold him quickly, when he was a little tyke. His best man and childhood buddy spoke very highly of Arron as well and spilt the beans on some of the things they got up to. Again it was very funny and without malice, but classified!Well, I too was a little like Arron. As a youngster I would play the fool and have what I thought was fun. But your parents thought differently and I suffered the consequence, a cut tail. I’m just trying to show Bermuda that we do have some very special youngsters born and raised here. Some will seek out other countries looking for a challenge and a brighter future. This was the case with Arron when he chose to live and work in New York. And that he did. He made a good life for his family and made many new friends. Respected by all, Arron never forgot his Bermuda roots. That gave him a meaningful future and a brighter tomorrow. I’m sure Arron’s approach to life — dedication to family, respect for others and doing the right thing — gives one a real sense of respect. I think every mom and dad would have been so proud to have had a son like Arron. To his family, Arron may not be with us in person, but his legacy, his love, his dedication to family and friends will live on for ever in our hearts. I’m sure that he is watching over all of us. God Bless. Arron, RIP, my good friend. H GORDY GIBBONS Paget