I wish you were here with me,i've missed you so much....my love for you will live on forever.RI.P my sweet valentine.

Today marks your 59th birthday, a day of celebration...a day to look back on all the wonderful memories we have created. Wish you were here to join us in the celebration but I know your spirit is here, so let me tell you that I love and miss you terribly. As always I look to the lord for strength to overcome the pain that i feel inside. The pain of loosing a father who loved his kids unconditionally...who comforted them in time of sadness...who protected them. A father who lived his life for his children. Thank you Dada for being my Dada..for showing me what a father is all about. Your memory will always live on. HAPPY BIRTHDAY my sweet DADA!!

Dada was a young man, surley God had other plans for him to have taken him away from us so soon. He was a man that you would want to move mountains for and anyone who knew him the way I did would agree. His last dollar would be given away without any hesitation, many a time we would insist that he keep that dollar. Nothing was too much for him to do for us and even on his death bed he still showed us that we came first. Inspite of all the pain he was experiencing he held on, as much as he wanted to go home to his heavenly father he knew that we were on our way and once again he did not want to disappoint us. I am happy I got to say goodbye to my to my father, to pray with him, sing to him and to tell him how much he means to me...not that he did not already know but just to reaffirm him. It's been a little over five months since his passing and I still feel a tremendous amount of pain. It is not going to be easy to deal with the loss of a great man like my Dada but I have some comfort in knowing that he is in a better place. Ever so often I see him in my dreams and I know that he is looking down on us. Dadas' main concern during his illness was that we (his children) remain close and take care of each other. As we celebrate his 59th birthday I asked God to continue to grant me the strength to cope with his passing. It has not been an easy journey but all the wonderful memories I have of my farher will be everlasting. Dada my sweet Dada, though you have departed from this earth to rest in eternal peace, you will always be remembered for the sweet and caring person you were and for being the most wonderful dad a girl could ever have....I am so blessed. I will stay true to my promise to you as you have always stayed to yours...R.I.P Happy Birthday!!! CHEERS TO A WONDERFUL MAN!!

My Dada was a man of respect, love, humility, he was a family man and everything he did was for his children. How fortunate am I to have only good memories of the man I called my father. I remember growing up all the wonderful times we shared, the pinching, the whistling and the endless trips to the beach. Dada would wake us up at 5am to go to the beach and when we got to the Vigie stretch he would make us race to see who would get there first. You did not want to get pinched by Dada...boy that would hurt.The whistling was something else, we would sometimes trip over each other to get to him first when he called. As we got older Dada never got involved in our little fights, never took sides but instead let us solve our problems on our own. The love he had for us was unimaginable and each one of us shared that same love for him. He had a great sense of humor, if he did not hear from me for one week when I finally called he would tell me that he has not heard from me for one year, five months, three days, two hours and five minutes...lollll Even during his illness Dada was still the same loving, caring man he always was. I thank God everyday that I got the opportunity to spend time with him before his passing. Love was the most common word in our vocabulary, one that we expressed to each other whenever we spoke and I find myself expressing that same sentiment to my son everyday. My last words to my Dada were that he would always be my shining star and that I will always love him. He always loved to hear Min and I sing, strange enough I sang to him before he died. How am I to deal with the passing of my Dada, everyday since his death I wake up with this empty space in my heart, wanting to pick up the phone to call but to my surprise...yes it is still a surprise...he is no longer here. I cannot hear his voice and although I know that he is with me in spirit that still does not make it easier or takes away the pain and the emptiness I feel inside. I cannot stop seeing his face or remembering the night we got the call, but I know that he is in a better place. In this time of pain and sorrow I look to God for guidance and strength to deal with the passing of my beloved father, my Dada. May his soul rest in perfect peace and may we meet in the afterlife. RIP My Love...you certainly left your mark here.

RIP DADA...YOU'VE GONE BUH NOT FORGOTTEN....I LOVE N MISS U DADA...GOD BLESS U DADA

Another month has passed,and I still thank the LORD that he gave me a GREAT dad like you.DADA you will always be my shining star.I miss you sooo much and Istill remember the happiness you ve brought,your help and guidance and understanding and most of all,for your LOVE you gave me.I will always LOVE you DADA . your baby girl Kirma.MY KNG

Happy Father's Day to the most wonderful father in the world. Dada you are gone but will never be forgotten...you will always be my shining star

From all accounts - HE WAS A WONDERFUL MAN. A simple man with a heart of Grandeur. Although I wasn't around to experience all of the memories - I remember quite vividly the many fun and loving stories told by Yasmine and Yasma. Dada was a man who loved the beach and his family. It will be hard and it will be trying - although the heartache will never go away it's those wonderful memories and the fact that death is only the beginning of another journey - I take console in. To Min, Ma, Kirma, Kirden and Garfield I share in your loss for you guys are like family. Although Dada is gone you guys are Blessed to have a father that loved with all his heart - so many out there cannot and will never be able to know what that's like!! God Bless!!

The story of a man is known through the enduring memories left behind: A sense of loss doesn't quite describe the passing of Hazel Holder, Dada. I feel privileged to have known him and even more so to have called him Dada. My first thoughts of Dada, is of him being a loving father. I still remember his trademark whistle and how happy and excited Min, Ma, Kirma, Kirden and Garfield became when they saw him. In fact there would be a mini stampede while they all rushed to greet him. Dada was and is, no doubt, well loved. Dada was also a man of character and a straight talker. I have never known him to mince his words, you always knew where you stood with him. In fact the first time I met Dada was at the front gate where Min, Ma and family lived. With just one look Dada engendered in me a feeling of respect. The sort of boy I'm keeping an eye on you look. I fondly remember Dada's good sense of humour and his knack for teasing his children. Dada was definitely a good and giving man. I remember his love for dogs too and that's no understatement. You would know by how much he cared for them and how much detail he could give about each of them, down to their individual characters. Although there is loss in the passing of Dada, there is no disconnection. I certainly will remember Dada for his strong sense of family and his awe inspiring will, even to the end. Until we meet again!

Today marks exactly one month since Dada left the worries, pain and suffering of this tired earth on a journey to everlasting life in paradise with our heavenly father. God is the giver of life and he also calls his sons and daughters home. Sometimes I wonder why people we love get taken away from us so soon but God have different plans for each and everyone of us. Dada was an angel. Nothing was ever too much for him to do. He loved us all and we surely loved him too. Now that he's gone and didnt tell him how I feel about him it kills me up inside. Always tell your loved ones how much you love and care for them. Cuz when they're gone it seems like the pain and the heart ache will never end. Growing up I was always fortunate to have 2 fathers in my life when others have none, and now that Dada is gone away to the after life I pray that one day we will be reunited a place where all our troubles end. There's one more angel in heaven God Bless You Dada. I Love You and You'll never ever be forgotten. R.I.P.

DADA WAS AN EPIPTHANY OF A FATHER. He had always shown his children love and there was never a doubt in our minds how much we meant to him. A perfect example is during his final moments. He found the strength through God to hold on wanting to see me before his last breath. Though I had miss my flight home and arrived a day later I knew he would keep his promise to me. This is the kind of father anyone would want in their life. Everyone who had the pleasure of knowing Dada, knew him to be a simple man, loving father, a family man and good friend. There are lots of memories that we shared , one was the way he would let us know he was around. The whistling gave it away and we would all run to him, even all grown up, happy he was there. If he was here with us today, we would still run to his whistling. Dada, my sweet Dada, I look to the lord for comfort and understanding in your absense. Though you are not here in body, your sprit will live in me forever and your grand children will know what a fantastic father you were; a magnificent man to sum it all. I will surely miss you.

Hazel or Chassie whatever i call him the first words that come to mind are Humility, Love and Respect. I first met Hazel in 1976 through my sister who was his girlfriend at the time. My first impression was the he was very easy to talk to, very down to earth. As a 16 year old being away from home for the first time Hazel guided and instructed me during my school days in Castries.The memories are endless,the days we played soccer ( with our skinny legs) will always be cherished. He was blessed with the gift of listening and would always offer his help.He truly was and still is my Castries father. When his kids came along he devoted his life to his kids,to his family he was a family man. God knows best and His ways are always better than our ways, may He in his goodness and mercy comfort us in our time of mourning. Let us pray that God welcome Hazel,dad chassie into His presence and that just as Jesus rose from the dead he too will rise to new life.

I knew Mr Hazel for longer than I remember and he was always a friendly person.Though the times I spent with him that i DO remember where limited in number, he seemed to care a great deal about his children. Even though they were adults he came to check on them almost daily. He was a very approachable person and was always in good spirits. I would like to offer my condolences to his family, especially my cousins. It is indeed a great loss and he will be missed. I hope they take comfort in knowing he is in a better place.May his soul rest in perfect peace...

Dont know how this name came about, but thats what I called Hazel,I lived with Hazel and my sister sometimes on weekend or whenever I was in Castriesback in the days when the kids were tee kakawat which was not too long ago,lol And really got close to him because of his great personality,he was first a Superb Human Being, Great DAD,nice guy, Great family man with quite a sense of humor,very quiet and shy at first until he gets to know you.Everyone this man came across was a friend to him, someone who I recall never took others for granted but respected everyone he came in contact with,I can also remember how he was so protective of me being around the Pavee boys,he was someone I would not hesitate to tell anyone he was family my family,he loved his kids unconditionally and would do anything for his babies.And today I want to honor this man Puple Haze whom I have known all my life.A Heart of gold stopped beating,two shinning eyes at rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the BEST! R I P Purple Haze!

I love my Dada with all my heart...... When i was a little girl,I was perfectly happy tagging along after you on the beach.Ifeel very lucky that through the years things between us have never changed.I still love and respect you like back then I ask the to help me that one day I will be with you again walking alone the beach.I will always love you my sweet Dada you wil be in my heart

I love my Dada with all my heart and soul...I will miss him tremendiously,he was the kindest most loving man I have ever known. No amount of words can express how I feel about the man I called my Dada and I pray God that I am able to move on and the pain I feel becomes easier to bare. One of my favourite memories of my dad was him always telling us "aco you aco' when we pretented we could not do something..lolll.