No one thought, least of all Jacqueline Woods, that Monday would have been the last time that Acting Station Sergeant Elvis Grafton Foster would be seen alive.
The two have been together for the past nine years, and as part of her day’s routine, Woods picked up her partner from work at Police Headquarters in Roebuck Street, The City.
However, she quickly noticed that Foster was not his usual jovial self.
In fact, there he complained of feeling unwell, which prompted Woods and her son to take him to the doctor around 7 o’clock that night. Even then, the thought of death never entered her mind.
Yes, she had already known that Foster suffered from hypertension, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think his life was nearing its end.
After all, he was only 56 years old and otherwise healthy, she thought.
Apart from duties as a senior police officer, Foster was an avid sportsman who played both hockey and cricket for the police sports team, and in her estimation still full of life.
In fact, Woods described him as the life of the party.
“There was not a party without him. When he turned up the party started,” she recalled, adding that he was a regular at Q In The Community.
“When he finished work, he and the fellas would just say, ‘let’s go to Q after work’, so they would hang out there for a while.”
Also an old scholar of Ellerslie Secondary School, Foster served one term as president but continued to help the school in whatever way he could.
“Anybody call about a kid having problems, he’s the first person going to help . . . . He’s the first person to talk with them and try to get them in the right direction if possible,” Woods said, recalling that “even the fellas that were behaving bad on the street” respected him.
Foster, who also loved to cook and to entertain, was already making big plans for the upcoming Christmas season. His idea was to put on a party for the entire apartment block in Lodge Hill, St Michael where he shared a home with Woods.
However, those plans have now been halted in much the same sudden way in which Foster departed this life on Tuesday.
Woods recalled that it all happened very quickly after Foster was sent by his private doctor to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for medical tests on Monday.
Woods, who had left the hospital between tests just to go home for a quick shower and change, remembers the last thing he said to her was, “Go home and rest myself, hear you in the morning” after she had asked about overnighting with him in hospital.
However, she was awoken the next morning to the news that Fost, as he was affectionately called, was dead.
Thursday, Woods returned to the once lively home she shared with him for the first time since his death.
And while she initially appeared composed, her smiles and initial laughter turned to tears as she was forced to contemplate a future without him.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” the speech therapist said, close to tears.
She said Foster had formed an inseparable duo with her 17-year-old son.
“That is his buddy,” Woods said, describing how the two used to discuss politics, music and go gallivanting without her.
For her, the Lodge Hill, St Michael home that was previously filled laughter, jokes and rich conversation was now devastatingly quiet.
“It’s too quiet,” she added in a trembling voice.
“I will miss him,” she said, adding, “health wise, he is at peace, resting and I guess one of these days we will see on another”.