Condolences to Delores' children; Camille, Gary and Marc, and the rest of the family. Delores [Dell]  and I arrived at West Indies College [WIC]  now called Northern Caribbean University, on the same day during the summer.  We became friends from that day. We were like twin sisters; we did things together and even dressed alike on campus. 
Other memories include being a bride's maid in her wedding in Jamaica and visiting her, from Canada, spending Thanksgiving with her and her family in Long Island. She had difficulty remembering my name and recognizing my voice the last couple times I called her but when I reminded her of our relationship and experiences at WIC, she remembered. Her time at WIC was meaningful to her on a whole. 
Dell was kind, thoughtful of others and forgiving.  She was a genuine person, a true friend. I miss my friend and grieve her passing but I give thanks for her life and the relationship we had. Rest in Christ from your pain, my friend, we will meet again on the other side. 
  
Cynthia  Haughton - Sproule

Sleep in Peace Aunt Delores. You will be greatly missed..

Praying for the family during this difficult time.  I hope that the many wonderful memories you cherish  will help to bring you comfort.

We will keep your family in our prayers.  We love you and want to support you in any way we can during this difficult time.

When I learned of my Aunt Dell's passing, the news was jolting. I fought the tears.
I sought comfort in "God knows best. She's no longer in pain!"
I moved into her home when I was accepted to Ardenne High School at 12. Truth be told, she really became my Mom.
(I was 3 when my mom passed away)
She bought my very first package of Modess female sanitary pads, discretely wrapped in newspaper. 
Her children, Camille and Gary, became my younger siblings. They were my first clients; my first job was being their baby sitter. They loved me dearly and terrorized me too. We laughed, played, fought and prayed together. I was the big sister cousin. 
Her husband Uncle Speedie Plummer was a good provider for his family. I was a recipient of the blessings as they flowed .  
In retrospect, Dell was more like my big sister, than a mom. She often told me "I raised you." 
They were my family!!  I admired her.  She was a fashionista. No doubt she influenced my sense of style. This morning, I' having flashbacks to our Sabbath morning ritual. The family of 4, plus me, made it 5, piled into the orange 1976 Volvo, dressed to the nines, navigating traffic from the idyllic suburbs into bustling Kingston for church - Andrews, Kencot, Trench Town and later Meadowvale Seventh day Adventist Church.
The kitchen was a busy hub on Fridays.  Our helper,  (seems like we hired a new one each month) prepped the ingredients, and Aunt Dell prepared a  delectable feast for our  Sabbath meals.  Our house was a gathering place.  Friends and family, locally and abroad, feasted at our dining room table for Sabbath lunches.  The West Indies College crew frequently waxed eloquently at our table. Too young to participate, I listened intently, soaking up knowledge. 
I learned to appreciate high end hotels and my palate danced to the serenade of international cuisine. 
I will cherish the happy times and seal the wonderful memories in my heart. 
I love you forever Camille and Gary. Sleep in Eternal peace Aunt Dell.


On behalf of the Northern Caribbean University Alumni Assn in Atlanta I send condolences to Del's daughter Camille and to the rest of the family.  May the love and special memories that you hold, of times spent together, warm and comfort you during this time of loss.  May God's peace always remain with you.

Grace McCalla

Blast be the  tie that  binds  our  hearts  in Christian  love! The fellowship of kindred minds is  like to that about. Before  our Father's throne  we pour our ardent  prayers; our fears  our hopes,our aims are one,  Our comforts , and our cares .We shared our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear, and often for each other flows .The sympathizing tear..When we  a sunder  part, it gives us  inward  pain; But we shall still  be joined in heart, And hope  to meet again.,To my dearly  beloved Aunt Delores, Revelation chapter 22 :1-5 , And  he showed  me a pure  river of  water  of life, clear as crystal, proceeding  out of the  throne of God and of the Lamb  .In the midst of the street of  it ,and of either  side of the  river was  there the  tree of  life, Which bare twelve manner of  fruits, and yielded her  fruit every  month: and the leaves of the  tree were  for the healing of the  nations (  family's) And there shall be no more curse:but  the throne of God and of the Lamd shall be in  it ;and  his  servants  shall  serve  him  . And they  shall  see his  face  ; and his  name shall be in their  foreheads  . And there  shall be no  night  there, ;and they need  no candle  , neither  light  of the sun,  for the  Lord giveth  them light; and  they shall  reign  for  ever and ever. So sleep  on Aunt Del.  sleep  and take your  rest, soon  we'll  here  the Trumpet  sounding!praise  God !


 Spanning over four decades, I am  humbled to know that outside of my family, Camille and Aunty Dell has actively been part of my life..since childhood.  My journey in life is forever intertwined with Aunty Dell, Camille, Marc, Gary-  plus the whole family! We've shared tears of celebration and hardship, yet  Aunty's grace, hope and light never quivered- one of her many lessons to me. The last four decades with Aunty has been an incredible adventure, full of life's lessons for healing, growing and laughter.  I love you Aunty Dell. Forever a Mother ancestor sprit.
Fray


     I remember going to Jamaica on summer vacation with Grandma, Aunt Lil to everyone else, and Bobby. We stayed at Aunt Del’s house. One day, Aunt Del filled up the bathtub with water, because they were going to turn off the water in the district for a few hours. The family was together in the livingroom talking, when they noticed they didn’t see or hear Gary. The adults started looking for him and calling out his name. When he was found, he had one leg over the side of the tub and would have fallen in. Gary might  have been two at the time, maybe even a little younger. Needless to say, that could have been a tragic situation. Aunt Del grabbed Gary and immediately pulled the stopper from the tub and drained it. She said that would be the last time she would fill the tub for the above reason.  Aunt Del held Gary close the rest of the day.  The thought of what could have happened, left her shaken.  They did shut off the water another time during our stay. Sure enough, Aunt Del didn’t fill the bathtub. It was as if she said, “no, not my baby.” The Mama bear in full affect. Aunt Del loved her children deeply.

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Delores A. Johnson Plummer-Jackson

2 octubre, 1943 – 4 diciembre, 2020

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