Genesis 1:20-23 - “... then God said….let the skies be filled with birds of every kind…..so God created the sea creatures and every sort of bird…and let the birds multiply…and the evening passed and the morning came….”
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Born to Mr. Evans Cameron (deceased) and Ms. Eleanor Rashford (deceased), Horace “Birdman” Cameron entered this life on August 22, 1960. Horace spent his early years in Charlestown, Portland, where his grandmother Ms. Ula Bean (deceased), nurtured, cared and guided him. In 1976, following several years at Kildare High School, Horace made the decision to join his mother, in Kingston, where he attended Pembroke Hall High School; however, eventually, completing his formal education at Kingsway High School.
In 1983, Horace migrated to the USA and settled with his family first in Dade County, Florida, then in the East 90’s section of Brooklyn, New York. He was esteemed and loved by those who knew him during his 30-plus years of residency in East Flatbush. Horace was always hands-on, working as a shipping manager with a toiletries company. The company relocated to Texas and offered Horace the opportunity to transfer his position, however, he declined, citing that he needed to be in New York with his mother. Horace moved forward, working meticulously as a furniture restorer for approximately 15 years.
The nickname “Birdman” was earned due to Horace’s exceptional love for animals, especially birds. He had the innate gift of knowing birds by their specie. In any random moment, Horace would point out a bird in a tree and provide historic details on that specific bird. He loved politics and would talk non-stop about the current political climate. He was a geographical genius. He knew the capital of almost every country on the global map and would let you know even if you didn’t ask. Horace also had the unique capability of recalling the flag for every country. He was an avid communicator, ensuring to cut you off in order to get his point across. He would urge you to, “hol on, hol’ on..”, attempting to hurriedly to tell his version of whatever the conversation was about. When listening to your side, he would warn you, “careful wha’ yuh a say..!!”.
Horace loved children and would always be present at the celebrations for the children in his family. He cherished family time and would seize the moment to attend gatherings. Horace was funny, telling jokes to whomever would listen. He was sociable, friendly and did not hold back from being a friend in deed.
Admittingly, Horace had dark days, most often instigated by the memories of his mother. He was a believer in God the Father, maintaining his belief when the days became weary. Horace fought long and hard, conquering what he could, having good days and not-so good days. He lived, loved and laughed. He cared, cried and considered.
He leaves behind a host of family members, loving friends and a community who respectfully called him, “Birdman”. Sleep in peace Horace. We love you, but God loves you best.
Romans 5:5 - “…and hope does not put us to shame because God’s love is poured in our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us...”