From artsbahamas (…conch een ga no bone) and Ringplay:
It is with great sadness that we report on the passing of a great patron of the arts and a friend and doctor to many artists.
After a brief illness Dr. John Wavell Thompson has passed away. He will be missed especially for his humor and friendship.
More can be found on …conch een ga no bone, the arts board, especially in the R.I.P. thread.
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The past two years have been too full of personal and professional losses. This year, my father would have been seventy if he had lived, and I will be forty-five. Time to re-examine life, thought, work, and other things. Time to jettison the futile and the pointless. Time to take risks, to sow the wind.
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I concur with your sentiment,”Time to jettison the futile and the pointless.Time to take risks,to sow the wind.”
sorry Nicolette…I am sorry to be so insensitive..but it is too strange that too amny of our partons are dying…just a thought and respects to all who new him and in particular Wavel’s family..may God be with us all
“in time we will all know the glory of a home”
dawn Hanna
Thanks, Dawn. And you’re not insensitive — I agree.
All the best.
Nico:
It was with much sadness and a great sense of loss that I received word of Wavel’s passing. He was an old and very dear friend. One to whom I could always turn to for words of wisdom and much humour. Even living 3,000 miles away.
Nico:
It was with much sadness and a great sense of loss that I received word of Wavel’s passing. He was an old and very dear friend. One to whom I could always turn to for words of wisdom and much humour. Even living 3,000 miles away. The sensetivity and sympathy that he extended to me during Angela’s last days, I will never forget.
He exuded such a love for and fullness of life. I shall miss him terribly.
Travel well my dear friend… the ‘old gang’ (Shirley Wright, Clement, Angela and Winston) awaits your arrival.
Cheers
I was shocked and sadden to learn of my dear friend Wavel Thompson’s death.
I first met Wavel in Sydney, Australia, when he visited in the early 1980s. A mutual friend introduced us, and from that introduction a friendship began across the miles between Australia and The Bahamas. Whenever I visited Nassau, my birthplace, I would give Wavel a call, or pop into his office to see him. There we would sit at his desk catching up on all the news, while his patients patiently waited to see him. Though my name is Lesley, he always called me Stephanie.
When my sister Phyllis advised me of Wavel’s death, I immediately assumed she was referring to another Wavel, though I knew there was only one Wavel. I simply could not believe what she was telling me. Wavel was not the sort of person to die, he was put on this earth to attend to our illnesses, listen to our complaints, be there when we needed a friend, and to humour us.
The heavens are enriched with his presence, and I know when I look up to the sky and see that brand new big bright star, I know that is Wavel.
Wavel, I thank God for allowing me to have been your friend.
Godspeed my friend, I will miss you.
Lesley
Sarajevo, Bosnia-Herzegovina
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