Delia Mercier
Stanley was my father, and I am forever grateful for the time I got to know him. I remember the day I met him when I was just 7 years old, and that memory feels as vivid today as it did then—smiling, laughing, and feeling an instant connection. Over the years, our relationship grew stronger, filled with moments of joy and love.
My father had a special way of surprising me. He would often call and say, "Get ready, we’re going out to eat." Each time, we would visit a different restaurant, sharing laughter and conversation. I cherish the many times he’d say something, and I’d respond with “Yes, Daddy,” and he’d laugh, his joy infectious.
Despite facing many health challenges, my siblings and I always made it a point to visit him in the hospital. I remember one particular visit when I saw him lying on the bed, eyes closed. Tears filled my eyes because that was the first time I saw my father that way. I layer beside him, even with all the tubes attached, and he opened his eyes and softly said, “Don’t cry, I will be okay.” That moment stays with me as a testament to his strength and resilience.
I am most grateful for the siblings my father gifted me—Digna, Alex, Natalie, Annika, Casey, Sym, Bertrand, Christopher, and Ron. I am also thankful that he was able to meet his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, sharing his love across generations.
My dad’s laughter, his mannerisms, and his smiling nature are embedded in me and my sisters—Digna, Alex, Natalie, Annika, and Casey—and in all my brothers. Each of them carries a piece of him. His smile was a constant presence in our lives, a reminder of his joyful spirit.
To my siblings, I say: Keep smiling, just as our father always did.
We remember and honor our beloved siblings, Miriam and Rohan, whose spirits remain with us.
Daddy I want to thank you for your love, your laughter, and the beautiful moments we shared. You will forever be in our hearts.
