COVID-19's Sting: Losing Dobby

 On July 21st, almost three weeks after we celebrated his birthday, I lost my big brother, Highland Ralph "Dobby" Dobson to COVID-19. Dobby was a celebrated Jamaican singer, but he also embraced other roles, such as proof-reader, real estate agent, salesman, and brand manager. 

Dobby loved singing and acting, ever since he was in primary school. He managed to land the leading role alongside famous Jamaican actress Madge Sinclair, when they both starred in Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, put on by Central Branch Primary. Dobby also tried his hand at writing and self-published a novel, The Misadventures of Saucy and Her Mama. He had left a glowing review of my fledgling first poetry book on Goodreads, cheering me on, and I did the same for his novel. I miss our literary discussions. I am sharing below some of the online obituaries and tributes which will give more details on who my amazing brother was:

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/31/obituaries/dobby-dobson-dead-coronavirus.html

http://jamaica-gleaner.com/article/lead-stories/20200721/beloved-jamaican-singer-dobby-dobson-dies-78

https://thetropixs.com/jamaican-singer-dobby-dobson-dies-at-78-from-covid-19/

http://jamaica-gleaner.com/article/entertainment/20200819/funeral-service-dobby-dobson-saturday

2020 has been one of the weirdest years we have had. To all those who have lost loved ones to this scourge, I wish you healing, grace and, and peace. Below is a poem I wrote in tribute to Dobby, called New Realms. I hope it brings you comfort as you cherish the memories of your loved ones.

New Realms

My memories of you are kept in that deep heart space

protected and watered every now and then

by sad or joyous tears. When you couldn’t find them,

and had forgotten some of your big brother jokes out of the long ago,

I reminded you of the Edgewater one when you

chased away a prospective suitor who had interrupted my homework.

 

When miles stood between us, your humor

made the distance easier to bear.

With grace, you tolerated my song requests.

When life storms did their destructive worse,

you soldiered on bravely. I watched you - battle after battle.

Fortis Cadere Cedere Non Potest!

Though you fell, you never yielded really.

 

That evening, your soul soared to new realms

to sit near peaceful streams and hear wonderful sounds

to sing new songs with Ma Belle, Mama, and the rest of your choir

to interrogate angels and saints

to have sweet, sweet dreams

and rest at last in the arms of your Savior.