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‘He was love, he was laughter’ — Harbour Island says goodbye to ‘TumTum’ in waves of grief

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Grief swept through Harbour Island as mourners gathered at Wesley Methodist Church to say goodbye to Khristen “TumTum” Francis, a man many say was as full of life as he was of love.

Inside the church, the pain was overwhelming. Wails filled the air, one fainted, others clung to each other, struggling to accept a loss that still feels unreal.

To those who knew him, “TumTum” was a reflection of his warmth.

“He loved his family and everybody,” one mourner said.

Marco Sweeting remembered him from childhood —ice cream runs, laughter and watching him grow. He believes Francis was trying to turn his life around.

“He told me,” Sweeting said. “He was trying.”

What stood out most, he added, was loyalty. “He got your back… All of our lives were enriched by him. He was truly one in a million.”

The 31-year-old was gunned down on February 23 outside a nightclub, alongside Michael Reckley. Both men died that night, two lives cut short in a moment that continues to haunt the community.

But on this day, the focus was on how he lived.

Cousins Jhue and Torrian described him as easy to talk to, competitive, and driven, a man who loved basketball and lived life fully.

“With him, life was an adventure, riding together and laughing,” they said. “He was loyal, determined, always trying to make a way.”

Their voices broke as they summed him up in the simplest way: “He was love. He was laughter. He was family.”

Friend Neville echoed the sentiment: “To know him was to love him… and to love him was to know him.”

One mourner recalled visiting his home just hours before his death, going door to door, praying for people in the community. After knocking and preparing to leave, Francis opened the door.

He asked for prayer. She anointed his feet.

He told her he hoped to remove his ankle bracelet one day.

By early the next morning, he was gone.

Dressed in black and red, mourners later marched to the gravesite behind a music band.

And as his casket was lowered into the ground, the grief became unbearable.

Screams pierced the air. Hands reached out, holding on for just a moment longer.

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