Tribute from Annette Wong-lee BH(G),JP wife of Bunny Lee
So where do I begin to tell this story of Striker Lee and I?
I have so much things to say about the father of my children and the man I married but words are not enough.
I suspect it was love at first sight. Striker had come over to the home of one of my friends Jennifer and was unable to conceal his interest in me. To be honest, I was taken by the enormous attention he was giving to me plus he had a striking image which might have been the source of his famous moniker.
I would soon become the mother of his son Edward Jr. with whom he shared one of the greatest relationships imaginable between a father and a son. So many would know Striker as the flamboyant personality who was the life of every party with his quick wit and vast knowledge of the music business. Living with him was a whole a new world.
Yet we were not indifferent to the larger than life appeal he enjoyed but at home he was simply a husband and father. A man who was so loving as well as an amazing provider. Striker changed the diapers of our four children Kirk, Edward, Bonnie and Tonian and would prepare their formula and feed them. Admittedly he did have a little challenge with the girls and would often call on me for them.
He was very tender to his mother which endeared him even more to me. I saw him cry on three occasions two were related to his mother: her death and her burial. She would entertain Striker and his friends at her home in Greenwich Farm making sure that the multitude was fed. One should note that Striker and his mother were so close that he left a special request to be buried with her. I am not sure whether I had anything to do with the third time I saw him cry.
Striker was amazingly kind sometimes to our annoyance such as when he decided to give away our refrigerator to a person whom he thought needed it more than we did. His explanation was simply that we could afford to buy another refrigerator, but the other person could not. This was the Striker I had to deal with and whom was the love of my life.
He was able to provide the soothing words often through some humorous quip when my feathers would become ruffled, particularly when he would recruit me for one of his charitable causes without my consent. Yet in retrospect I have come to appreciate the value of his generosity and just how special a man Striker Lee was.
On behalf of my four children, I give thanks for the privilege of having this incredible man as a part of our lives and pledge we will continue to maintain his legacy of kindness and love
Striker, Rest In Peace my friend, my lover and the father of my children. We love you and we miss you eternally.