Tears flow in St. Andrew

Cheryl Belgrave-Welch sheds a tear as she holds a poster of daughter Nikkita Belgrave.

Emotions were hard to contain at the St. Andrew’s Parish Church as family, friends, supporters and others gathered at the grave site of Nikkita Belgrave.

It was the final graveside visit for the convoy that had been moving from location to location, from St. Michael, to Christ Church and finally St. Andrew; and it was perhaps here that the emotions were most tender.

As Belgrave’s aunt, Janice Griffith, began to speak on the family’s behalf, the tears began to roll silently down the face of Belgrave’s mother, Cheryl Belgrave-Webb.

As flowers began to be laid on the freshly cared grave, a piercing scream of a young relative filled the quiet graveyard as one by one, family members dressed in purple shirts with the likeness of Nikkita engraved began to break down.

Even her four-year-old sister, Jaliyah, was overcome as she too broke down and had to be consoled by her mother, who carried a large white poster of Nikkita clutched in her hands.

“We do not understand, sometimes we question things that happen, we can’t understand it, but we have to believe God is still in control. Regardless of what happens down here, he still has control and that everything that is done, He is aware of it and He will take care of it.

“We know that we are sad every time that we reflect on Nikkita, because Nikkita was a joy to us. We are sad, but we have to believe that she has gone to a place where there is no more hate, there is no more pain, there is no more suffering, and one day we will see her again and she is just there waiting for us,” said Griffith.

Members of the families of the other victims quickly rushed to console the Belgrave, Webb and Griffiths there, as they in turn had been consoled at their respective grave sites by these relatives now in tears.

Family members lingered, long after the last flower and token had been placed on Nikkita’s grave, chatting and once again bringing smiles to each others faces as they told stories of fresh memories they had, or reminded each other that they should celebrate the life and good times of each of the six young women. (LB)

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