On 5 August 2011 Jean-Claude Bajeux’s infinite weariness from his fight for a better Haiti ended with his death. He fought and had never surrendered. His Calvary had ended. His soul was finally at peace, and his wishes for no religious service were respected. His body was cremated, and a small informal service was held at a funeral home in Port-au-Prince. He had helped many, having devoted his life to human rights in the human sense. His struggle for justice, transparency and an end to impunity never faulted — no one gave so much to fight for a new Haiti as he sought to extirpate the vile beast of despotism and its moral corruption from the country. All I could think of on the morning of his service was that he, for those who were privileged to know him, would live on for ever. I loved a dear friend.