In September 1969, I met Valentine, popularly called, Webb, at Church Teachers’ College in Mandeville, Jamaica. He impressed me as a decent, quiet and affable young man.
“There must be something after death;
Behind the toil of man
There must exist a God divine
Who's working out a plan;
And this brief journey that we know
As life must really be
The gateway to a finer world
That someday we shall see.” (Edgar Guest)
