I mourn Ambassador Johnson. He made me, an American young woman fulfilling a summer internship, feel comfortable and welcome in the Jamaican Embassy. Not singers or actors, I regard diplomats with excitement and awe. I’m sure I was awestruck in his presence, his tall stature, deep voice, and courteous manner filling any room. I remember him for many things including his remarkable memory. I learned even more about Jamaica while listening to some of his stories to audiences of students and audiences of other diplomats. When I’d completed my internship at the Embassy and he’d completed his Ambassadorship in the US, we managed to stay in touch and he’d offer me encouragement. What a man. What a life. What a light. Prayers for his family, friends, colleagues, and Jamaica.