I have many special memories of Reva. I tried to visit her often and if she hadn't seen me or heard from me I would get a call - "Are you here or in Jamaica? When am I going to see you?"
I will miss those calls.
When I visited, Reva loved to hear about how everyone was doing. Especially the grandchildren and I would show her the most recent photos that I had.
Reva made you feel special because to her you were and she wanted to see you and hear from you often.
One of the things I loved about Reva was that she told it like it was. No fluff or frill. It wasn't that she was being mean but she had such high standards for herself and everyone else that she wanted you to live up to it. When they were young my kids would check themselves before going over to see Reva and Sam because they knew that if their hair was a mess or their jeans had the fashionable tears, Reva would be sure to mention it.
For many years our Christmas dinners always included Reva's rice and peas, pecan pie, pumpkin pie and for a few extra special Reva's people - ackee and saltfish.
Her gift was giving.
Another special memory I have of Reva is how much she loved and cared for my Uncle Sam. Their love for each other was just beautiful to witness. Together they are an incredible testimony of love.
Whenever I was leaving after a visit, Reva always walked outside with me and stayed until I headed out, tooted my horn and waved. She did this every time I was leaving.
Reva, I loved you. We all loved you and will miss you so very much.