One Caribbean Nation. Tribute – Death only force to stop Sir Everton By Vaneisa Baksh Cricket was always the backdrop, but it was hardly what we talked about. My memories of Sir Everton Weekes nestle within his unpretentious appreciation of beauty, art and the intellect. This is where I will go to find the man I came to know five years ago. His cricketing years had long passed, but he had not paused. Like a puddle that filled itself until it became a shimmering lake, this extraordinary gentleman lived every minute of his life so fully that death after 95 years and 126 days could have been the only force powerful enough to stop him. He didn’t fear death; at 90, his practical mind had already calculated its proximity, but vigilant as ever, he kept an eye out, “I listen to the obituary notices, not to find out if I am there, to see if I recognise anyone, because I don’t suppose I’d be listening to the obituary notice if I am there.” He was so tickled by his humour that it took him a few m...