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Friends and family of Dahphaney Maxine believed there was still so much life ahead of her.

At 20, the Abaco native was building a future as a second-year nursing student at the University of The Bahamas, surrounded by friends, teammates and a community that had watched her grow.

Now, those who loved her are left with memories and the painful reality that her future will remain unfinished.

Her mother, Crystal Bostwick, described a bond that went far beyond the traditional relationship between mother and daughter.

Dahphaney was her “chocolate baby”—the child who had been beside her through life’s highs and lows.

“The first beat outside of my body,” Bostwick wrote.

She described them as being like “peas in a pod,” sharing almost everything and knowing when their relationship needed to be one of mother and daughter and when it could simply be one of friendship.

The loss came just one day before the anniversary of Bostwick’s own mother’s death, adding another layer of pain to an already unbearable moment.

“I know that God would not put more on me than I can bear,” she wrote.

Maxine was found unresponsive in her university dormitory shortly after midnight on Monday and rushed to hospital after CPR was administered. She was later pronounced dead.

News of her death sent shockwaves through her family, the University of The Bahamas community and her hometown of Abaco.

But amid the heartbreak, those who knew Dahphaney are remembering her life.

Pastor Keven Pierre, who remembered meeting her when she first walked into his practice at Murphy Park eager to learn flag football, said he watched her grow into a young woman with a bright future ahead of her.

He remembered her willingness to learn, her development as an athlete and the pride that came with seeing her team win its first championship.

“Your future was so bright,” he wrote in a tribute. “Forever Tigers. Forever our champion.”

For Pierre, Dahphaney was a young person he had watched grow. And now, he said, it was difficult to accept that her life had been cut short.

Across Abaco, condolences have poured in.

North Abaco MP Kirk Cornish remembered Dahphaney as a promising young woman whose loss was being felt by her family, friends, teammates, former schoolmates and the wider UB community.

Her journey had taken her from Patrick J. Bethel High School in North Abaco to the University of The Bahamas, where she was pursuing nursing and building a future of her own.

The family of 16-year-old Kaden Smith said he had a way of making people laugh, making friends feel valued and filling a room with his unmistakable smile and big hugs.

Kaden, a Bahamian-American teenager and junior at Portage Northern High School in Michigan, died on August 12 following an accidental drowning at Gun Lake, leaving his family, friends and school communities struggling to understand a loss that came far too soon.

“He was delightfully goofy, loved to laugh, and possessed a deep, authentic compassion for others,” his family wrote in his obituary.

Kaden was a talented musician who played clarinet in his school’s symphonic and jazz bands, bringing what his family described as “soul and comedy” to his performances.

Outside the band room, he could often be found shooting hoops with friends, gaming or enjoying the water he loved so much.

His father, Grand Bahama resident Audley Dean, remembered the simple moments they shared.

“We laugh, we cried, we ate, swim and talk,” he said in a social media post. “This kid was humble and I thank God I got to reconnect with him at the right time.”

Those memories now carry a weight that is difficult to describe.

Kaden’s family says his presence extended far beyond his immediate family. He had close friendships at both Portage Northern and Portage Central High Schools, creating connections that his loved ones hope will continue to live on.

And that is why his family is trying to turn an unimaginable loss into something that can help others.

A GoFundMe campaign is seeking $24,000 to assist with Kaden’s funeral expenses. Any remaining funds will be used to establish memorial scholarships for graduating seniors at both schools.

The family is also asking that memorial contributions be made to the Portage Northern Band Program, a reflection of the music that meant so much to Kaden.

His family says Kaden left behind an immeasurable void, but also a legacy of laughter, kindness, friendship and compassion.

“He will forever be in our hearts,” they wrote.

New Horizon Worship Ministries was filled with songs of praise, memories and silent grief on Saturday as family and friends gathered to lay Nica Juilen to rest.

For Nica’s mother, the moment seemed almost too heavy to absorb.

As the praise team sang, “Goodness of God,” she sat nearly motionless, her head resting on the shoulder of another as she sought comfort in the middle of an unbearable goodbye.

But around her were mourners carrying their own memories of Nica, who they said had a remarkable ability to make others feel loved.

Nica, 26, died after leaving a function and crashing into a utility pole. She later succumbed to her injuries in hospital, leaving behind family, friends and a young son trying to understand a loss no one expected.

For Chloe Miller, Nica became like a sister in just one year.

Their friendship deepened through moments of joy and pain, including when Miller lost her father.

Nica was there to wipe her tears.

“You always encouraged me to do what’s best for me and celebrate my achievements,” Miller remembered. “You have no idea how much you healed me.

“So many priceless memories in so little time.”

Shasheena Clarke remembered Nica as a loving person whose presence could fill a room.

“Her smile lit up a room a mile away,” she said.

Nica may have been small in stature, Clarke said, but she carried herself with a confidence that made her seem much larger.

“She might have been short in stature, but in her mind she was at least seven feet tall.”

Her heart, Clarke said, belonged to three things above all: God, her mother and her son.

She had met Nica through her aunt, but said their connection quickly felt much longer than it actually was.

Pastor Karol Roach urged the grieving family to trust God even when the answers remain beyond their understanding.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” he reminded them.

He spoke about the fragility of life and the limited number of days given to each person.

“Life is short. Life is fragile,” Roach said, reminding the congregation that life is not a rehearsal.

“We measure life in years, but God measures in days.”

Nica’s final day, he said, was June 28, 2026.

The pastor urged those gathered to consider their own numbered days and to make each one count.

“Teach us to number our days,” he said.

As her casket was slowly rolled out of the church, the congregation continued to sing, “It’s Alright Now.”

The song carried her away from the sanctuary, but the memories remained.

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For Tameka Barrat, losing her twin sister was losing the person she describes as her “other half.”

Now, as she tries to come to terms with a loss that came suddenly and tragically, Barrat is asking the Bahamian community for help giving her sister, Toniquea Gilot, a final farewell.

“Help us lay our beloved twin sister, Toniquea Gilot, to rest,” Barrat wrote in a GoFundMe campaign launched on Monday.

Toniquea was among 10 people killed in a plane crash on July 10, Bahamas Independence Day, while travelling from Nassau to San Andros.

She was also a singer with the Pond Band, bringing music and her own presence to the lives of those who knew her.

For her twin, however, Toniquea was family and her other half.

And now Tameka is facing the painful reality of having to bury her.

“Losing my twin sister is a pain that is difficult to put into words,” Barrat wrote. “She was not only my sister, but my other half, and her sudden passing has left an enormous hole in our family.”

The family is now trying to raise $7,000 to help cover the costs associated with Toniquea’s burial, including a burial plot, casket, funeral arrangements and other necessary expenses.

For a family already dealing with the shock of losing a loved one in such a sudden way, the financial burden can make an already painful period even harder.

Barrat is therefore turning to relatives, friends, strangers and anyone willing to help.

“We are reaching out to family, friends, and anyone who feels moved to help us during this incredibly difficult time,” she said.

“Anything will help,” she later wrote on Facebook.

It is a small request carrying a heavy weight. The family wants to give Toniquea the peaceful and dignified farewell they believe she deserves.

“Forever loved and forever missed, forever my twin,” Tameka wrote.

Click here to help: GoFundMe

“See you later, baby. Mommy loves you.”

With those words, Keno Gordon’s mother watched as her son’s casket was closed for the final time.

The goodbye came in Exuma, where family, friends and mourners gathered to lay to rest a young man whose life ended too soon.

Keno was one of five young people killed in the June 28 crash on Shirley Street.

But on Friday and Saturday, those who loved Keno remembered the competitor, the jokester, the hardworking employee, the basketball lover and, according to one former teacher, the boy who could hardly resist a cookie.

At the Ramsey Cemetery in Exuma, mourners hugged, sang and said goodbye as Keno was laid to rest.

A basketball was placed with him, a small symbol of the sport he loved.

For Roland Evans-Knowles, a former teacher, Keno would always be her “cookie monster.”

“One thing about Keno, he loved to eat, especially cookies,” she remembered during a service at Life Changers on Friday.

In fact, she recalled, the only time Keno was ever punished in her classroom was for eating during lessons.

His love of cookies eventually became a classroom joke, one that brought smiles and laughter.

But there was more to Keno than his mischievous appetite. Evans-Knowles remembered his sense of humour and his competitive spirit, particularly during Sports Day, when the two became friendly rivals, passionately cheering for their favourite teams.

“Watching him compete reminded everyone of his friendly nature and competitive spirit,” she said.

Even after Keno graduated, the relationship continued.

She checked on him from time to time, a bond formed in a classroom that extended well beyond his school years.

What she remembers most now are his laughter, kindness and determination.

His uncle, Pastor Kendal Butler, remembered another side of him.

Keno wanted to lead. Whether he was fishing, playing basketball or participating in Junkanoo, he wanted to be among the best.

During fishing trips, Butler recalled, Keno competed to catch the biggest lobster.

“He always wanted to be the leader,” he said.

But the competitiveness never erased his love for the people around him.

“I’m going to miss him. I love him,” Butler said.

Horace Albury, Keno’s mentor and manager, remembered a young man who worked hard without making a spectacle of it.

Despite his size, Albury said, Keno was remarkably humble.

“He became like a son,” he said.

What impressed him most was Keno’s work ethic.

“He never shied away from hard work. He never complained and just got the job done.”

Those memories now become part of the legacy Keno leaves behind.

At the cemetery, mourners sang, “When I get to that city of gold,” as they gathered around Keno’s final resting place.

And for a family forced to bury a son, nephew and loved one far too soon, faith offered another place to hold onto.

Keno’s favourite scripture was Proverbs 3:5-6—a passage about trusting God and allowing Him to direct the path ahead.

His earthly path has ended.

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Anthony Thompson fought back tears as he stood in Highway Church of God Temple on Saturday, saying goodbye to the little girl who had given his life a new purpose.

To the congregation, she was Bertrica “Trica” Brown, one of the five young lives lost in last month’s devastating Shirley Street crash.

To Anthony, she was the little sister he became a father to.

Long before Trica dreamed of college and athletics, Anthony made a decision that would change both of their lives. At just 27 years old, he stepped into a role he had never expected to carry.

He would raise her and would become the parent she needed after the loss of their biological parents.

“I didn’t know how to raise a teenage girl,” he admitted. “There were times I thought I would give up. But Trica made it easier than he ever imagined.

“I thank God she wasn’t someone who gave me attitude or really stressed me out. She wasn’t rebellious.”

Still, love required sacrifice. Anthony remembers days when there simply wasn’t enough money for both of them.

“There were times when I did not eat,” he said. “I’d think, ‘Man, I’m only 27. I’m trying to feed a whole child, and I need to eat too.’ I felt like I grew up so quickly.”

He quietly carried the burden, trusting God to provide.

His own dreams took a back seat so hers could grow.

Knowing how much she loved sports, Anthony threw himself into helping her succeed. Already involved in basketball, volleyball and flag football, he even started a track club because Trica wanted to become a thrower.

Her dreams became his mission.

As she grew older, Anthony found himself balancing two identities that often collided.

“There were times being her brother and being her father was clashing,” he said.

“Trica was very clingy. I wasn’t that kind of person. Because of her, I had to sacrifice the way I am. I had to break down.”

On his 30th birthday, Anthony prayed a prayer he says changed his heart.

“Lord, I give her back to You. You gave me her as a responsibility, and I trust You. Show me everything You have for her.”

Even when Anthony could not afford private school tuition for months at a time, doors kept opening.

“There were times I put her in private school and couldn’t pay the fees,” he recalled. “But I thank God for the favor He placed on her life.”

Eventually, Trica earned a partial scholarship to attend college.

Anthony had spent years worrying about how he would provide for her future. It seemed God was doing what he no longer could.

He was ready to make one more sacrifice. “I was willing to sacrifice a few more years all over again,” he said.

He never got the chance. Instead, he found himself standing before her casket.

As he reflected on raising Trica, Anthony acknowledged that one of their greatest challenges had been helping her understand why God had chosen him and his wife to become her parents.

“It was difficult for her to understand that God placed a mother and father in her life after her biological parents died,” he said. “But God gave me the patience. At first, I didn’t have it.”

The dreams they had planned together remain unfinished. But Anthony says he has found peace in one truth.

“Trica was safe. I watched her grow up. And I thank God that I can rest knowing she knew the Lord.”

Yet even faith has not silenced the ache.

“I am okay with what God is doing,” he said softly. “But my emotions… my feelings… they just won’t leave me alone.”

“Daddy… my daddy.”

Those heartbreaking words echoed through the cemetery as one of James McPhee’s sons clung to his father’s coffin, overwhelmed by grief. Unable to stand on his own, he had to be held and comforted as loved ones said their final goodbye to a man they say lived with courage, conviction, and an unwavering loyalty to those he loved.

Inside Bible Truth Church, hymns filled the sanctuary as family, friends, political leaders, and colleagues gathered on Monday to celebrate the life of the businessman whose death has shaken the nation.

As the congregation sang “And Can It Be,” McPhee’s wife and sons embraced his casket one last time before it was closed forever.

“Daddy!”

“I love you,” one grieving son cried.

Moments later, another hymn gently carried the congregation through their sorrow: “It Is Well With My Soul.”

For those who knew James McPhee, his greatest legacy the way he showed up for people.

Killarney MP Michaela Barnett-Ellis described him as “bold and loyal.”

She recalled that although McPhee proudly referred to himself as “an Ingraham FNM,” he never wavered in supporting people he believed in.

“James never let me doubt that he believed in me,” she said, reflecting on her 2026 election campaign.

“He leaves us with an example—to stand for what you believe, to support others, and to always show up.”

Former Cabinet Minister Shane Gibson struggled to find the words as he sang “How Great Thou Art” before paying tribute to a man he had known for more than two decades.

“When James entered the room, everyone knew he was there,” Gibson said. “His presence was so warm, so genuine, so full of life.”

The two first met while serving in the Bahamas Public Services Union, where McPhee was a shop steward.

Although they belonged to opposing political parties, Gibson said that never mattered to James.

Recalling his own political ambitions, Gibson remembered McPhee telling him: “I ain’t no PLP… you is my man. I support you.”

It was a reflection, he said, of a man who valued him.

But the service also confronted the circumstances of his death.

McPhee was deliberately killed just weeks before he was expected to testify in a 2019 robbery case against a man accused of robbing him. Court records indicate the accused had been granted bail and allegedly failed to report to police 81 times before McPhee’s death.

Gibson questioned how so many missed bail check-ins could have gone without intervention.

“Eighty-one times,” he said, pausing as murmurs of agreement spread through the church.

“Eighty-one opportunities for the system to intervene.”

He suggested those missed reports represented missed opportunities that might have spared McPhee’s family the heartbreak they now carry.

Free National Movement Leader Michael Pintard remembered McPhee as a man who was never afraid to speak his mind.

“He had an opinion, and he was passionate about expressing it,” Pintard said.

Calling for an end to the violence affecting Bahamian communities, he added: “This carnage in our streets and in our homes has got to stop.”

Perhaps the most emotional tribute came from McPhee’s twin brother, John, who described him simply as “the best human being I had ever known.”

“He was humanitarian. He was brave. He was never ambiguous. You always knew where you stood with him.”

John rejected the idea that his brother’s life should be remembered only by the way it ended.

“He refused to bow,” he said.

“He refused to let darkness have the last word.”

He delivered one final plea.

“I am his twin. I am his other half.”

“Will someone help me carry this message?”

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The final journey of Stania Webb and Diamond Stubbs began with music as a marching band, of which both girls had once proudly been a part, led mourners through Cat Island on Saturday in a farewell that was heartbreaking and beautiful.

Ahead of the band were two coffins, one white, one light blue, carrying two best friends whose bond had become inseparable in life and would remain so in death.

As the procession moved toward the cemetery, the familiar hymn “All My Life You Have Been Faithful” filled the air, its words echoing through a community still struggling to comprehend the loss of two daughters with so much life ahead of them.

At the cemetery, the girls were laid to rest side by side in green and light blue mausoleums built by Stania’s father, Stanley Webb, his sons and members of the Cat Island community.

The mausoleums had become a symbol of love long before the funeral began as neighbours mixed cement, friends brought food and drinks and volunteers gave their time.

Together, they built a lasting tribute to two young women who had grown up like sisters.

As mourners placed roses on the coffins and softly sang “Glad Day, Oh Wonderful Day,” the sorrow gave way to uncontrollable grief.

The cries grew louder as both coffins were lifted into the mausoleums at the same moment.

Then came the moment no parent, sibling or friend ever wants to witness. As workers prepared to seal the mausoleums, Mr Webb—the father who had spent days helping build them with his own hands—secured the final concrete slabs into place.

From the crowd came a heartbreaking cry: “Don’t close my baby sister up.”

It was a moment that left few dry eyes.

Stania, 19, and Diamond, 17, were among five young people killed in last month’s devastating Shirley Street crash in Nassau after the vehicle in which they were travelling struck a tree.

Speaking during the funeral service at Highway Church of God, Prime Minister Philip Davis reflected on lives cut tragically short.

“They were doing everything young people were supposed to be doing,” he said. “They were dreaming, they were preparing, they were planning.”

Diamond had only recently completed a summer job at her godfather’s laundromat, determined to save money before leaving for college in the fall.

Those who knew her remembered a remarkable young woman with a bright mind, a love for dancing and singing, and a presence that made others feel at ease.

“Her presence brought comfort to those around her,” her godfather, Bradley Dorsett, said.

Stania was remembered for her contagious laughter, her radiant smile and the simple joys she cherished—days at the beach, trips for ice cream and the love she shared so freely with those closest to her.

Perhaps the most moving words of the day came from Mr Webb as he turned toward Diamond’s parents.

“Be strong,” he told them. “These girls are gone. They grew up like sisters, they died like sisters, and we are going to bury them like sisters. They will never be forgotten by me, and I’m sure they will not be forgotten by you.”

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By the time the sun sets today, the work will be finished.

The paint has dried, the cement has hardened, and the final touches on the mausoleums are being completed.

Tomorrow, a grieving Cat Island community will gather to say goodbye to two young women whose friendship began in childhood and will now be remembered.

Nineteen-year-old Stania Webb and 17-year-old Diamond Stubbs, best friends since they were girls, will be laid to rest side by side in two newly completed mausoleums, a final resting place built by family and an entire community.

Their funerals come just weeks after the devastating Shirley Street crash that claimed the lives of five teenagers, leaving many struggling to make sense of the unimaginable loss.

For Stania’s father, the decision to build the mausoleums was about creating a place where love and memories could continue—where he could return on birthdays, holidays or ordinary afternoons to sit quietly, leave a rose and simply say hello.

“I wanted just to put something there in the cemetery where I could come back,” he said. “You know, sit down or drop a rose and be able to know exactly where she is… some days I just might want to come and say hello.”

As he grieved, he found himself drawing strength from those around him. His sons worked beside him, laying blocks and helping bring his vision to life, while neighbours arrived carrying food and cold drinks.

Others mixed cement, lifted materials and volunteered their time without being asked.

It was a community determined to carry one family through its darkest days.

Artist Anderson Williams added the finishing touches, carefully painting and detailing the two mausoleums that now stand side by side—a tribute to a friendship that survived every stage of childhood and adolescence until tragedy brought it to an abrupt end.

Between the two structures sits a flower garden, a simple reminder of two lives forever connected.

Those who knew Stania and Diamond remember a friendship that never faded.

Even after Stania left Cat Island for college, every trip home meant time spent with Diamond.

They laughed together, supported one another and picked up where they had left off.

On Saturday, that friendship will be honoured one final time.

For Cat Island, it is the closing of a painful chapter that has united neighbours, families and friends in grief, compassion and acts of service.

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When Antonio Cartwright left work on Sunday evening, those who knew him expected to see him again.

Instead, his family, friends and co-workers were left searching for answers.

Antonio had only recently joined the CBS Bahamas family, but in a short time, he left a lasting impression. Colleagues remember him as someone whose kindness, professionalism and willingness to help made him stand out in the Paint Center, where he took pride in guiding customers and serving them with care.

As concern spread across social media, colleagues at CBS Bahamas pleaded with the public to help find their “valued team member.”

Antonio had last been seen leaving CBS Bahamas at Southwest Plaza around 5 p.m. on Sunday, July 19.

“We ask everyone to keep Antonio and his loved ones in your thoughts and prayers,” the company wrote at the time. “Please share this post to help bring him home safely.”

But Antonio never came home.

News of his death has sent shockwaves through those who knew him, many struggling to reconcile the loss of a man they describe as quiet, kind and always willing to help.

Former schoolmate Raynardo Delaney admitted the news was difficult to process.

“School mate, we haven’t spoken in years, but I’d never think you’d do this,” he wrote in a social media post.

To friends, Antonio—affectionately known as “Toonz” or “Gibby”—was remembered for the quiet way he touched people’s lives.

His dedication did not go unnoticed. Just weeks before his passing, Antonio was recognized as Employee of the Quarter, a reflection of his work ethic, and the quiet, positive spirit that touched everyone who had the privilege of working with him.

“Rest up bro, my brother for life,” wrote Alex Miller.

Others remembered his personality vividly.

“Always a bubbly person,” one friend shared.

Antonio was a past student of Government High School, where former teacher Melvin Miller recalled teaching him carpentry years ago. As concern grew while he was still missing, Miller appealed to fellow alumni to help find him.

“Calling on all past students of the MAGICS, please find Cartwright.”

At CBS Bahamas, a co-worker described him as more than an employee.

“He was like family. He also was very quiet and shy.”

For customers, he was simply the helpful employee who went the extra mile.

Karen Smith remembered Antonio coming outside to help install the screws on her vehicle’s licence plate.

“He was so helpful,” she recalled.

As tributes continued to pour in, many reflected not only on Antonio’s life but on the hidden battles people may carry.

“People are suffering and are afraid to seek help,” Ginger Jenkins wrote. “We need to become our brother’s keeper.”

Cicely Godet echoed that sentiment.

“Kindness is a serious thing. We never know what persons are going through, yet it’s so easy to be cruel with our words.”

Antonio’s passing is a painful reminder that behind every smile and quiet personality may be struggles that remain unseen.