The comment below was left by Vivek Golikeri who lives in Trinidad on my post about my personal memory related to the Israeli Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terrorism Remembrance Day.

You mentioned Amnon Kadmon. I was his family’s neighbor in Victoria Gardens, Diego Martin, in 1972 and 1973 when his father Gideon Kadmon was working as an agricultural advisor to the government of Trinidad and Tobago. Amnon was a baby at that time, and I in my final year of high school. I used to run around and play in the streets with Adi, his oldest brother. I remember his mother Miriam, and his siblings Adi, Noam and Tamar.

Amnon’s nanny, a black Trinidadian lady named Beulah, used to bring him out for walks in the evening. He was so cute, chubby and cuddly that I began calling him “duckling.” His mother, loved that pet name. Amnon would rest his head of curly golden hair on my shoulder and say “Uncle Veek!….I LOFF you!”

A few years ago I googled his name, wondering whatever became of the Kadmon family. Tears welled up in my eyes when I learned that my pet “baby duck” had been killed in a war. I used to say “If I ever have a son, I want him to be just like Amnon.”

If the Kadmon family ever see this post of mine, I ask them if they remember the Hindu family down the street on Jacaranda Avenue whose son, Vik, loved their baby so much. Later on, they moved to Orchid Avenue, a little away. I always walked there to play with my “baby duck.”

SHALOM, my little puppy. I hope you are at peace on the other side.