Titus Augustus Medica also known as "Dutson" was born to Herman and Lillian Medica in Saint Vincent and the Grenadines on January 26, 1945. Titus resembled his dad nicknamed "Dutson", and as his 1st born son, who walked, talked and looked like him, he became "Dutson" as well. He was also known as "Pop Medica", "Uncle", "Grandpa” and Mr. Medica.

Titus is survived by his wife of 51 years Christine Medica, one son Christopher and four daughters Jocelyn Matthews (pre-deceased) Annmarie, Jennifer, and Renay. His siblings Gideon, Palmore, George, Joan, Anthony, Marlene, Ivan, Barnard, Amelia, Zonica, Ronella, Donal, Charice, and Kelsie.  His grandchildren Morales, Moran, Marlon, Myron, Bazil, Joy, Selina, Marcus, Anjenay, Taaj Jr., Tate and several great grandchildren, along with a host of friends and loved ones.

Titus and Christine were united in holy matrimony on December 11, 1974.
They lived with love and endured numerous quarrels but still managed to beat the odds of "...until death do us part". They were a great example of a two parent home where you felt love, had deep conversations, laughed from your belly until you cried and had the opportunity to resolve any issue or disagreement through the official KANGAROO COURT experience. The  at-home court trials included a jury of your peers, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins as the judge, the peanut gallery and sometimes even the executioner showed up. 

Titus excelled as a concrete and cement mason and also an auto mechanic by trade. He loved working with his hands at Franzee's Motors in Howard Beach which he helped build. He would reminisce often through lively stories about his time at the shop.  At the end of the day just know "God's got it!"

Mr. Medica enjoyed entertaining family and friends in his home. He loved to feed people! Every Sunday morning without fail he was up before sunrise preparing a breakfast of champions - eggs, toast and crispy bacon . He immediately started cooking dinner so that after church, there was ALWAYS good food waiting for you called THE SUNDAY SPECIAL! Every Sunday was an open buffet that consisted of stew or curry beef, rice, stew chicken, baked and/or barbecue chicken, fried chicken wings, macaroni and cheese, cabbage, carrots, calallo with crabs or shrimp, fried fish or shark and a tossed salad. Yes! That was all one meal by the master chef! Pop Medica cooked for his family and always had enough for anyone who stopped by and wanted a plate of food. After dinner was the start of game night. Mr Medica usually dominated the dominoes table. All were welcome, sometimes with open arms, sometimes with a glare, but even then you knew you were still part of the MEDICA family.

Mr Medica "opened" a school without even realizing it. Every child in junior high school or lower was challenged with their knowledge of time tables every time they walked through the door. He didn't play about his money or his times tables. Many tears were shed by little ones who took too long to answer 2 3s?! Which we understood meant 2x3. 

Uncle/Grandpa always made time for his grand children, natural born and those who were inducted. There was a host of snacks, icees and definitely time to walk to the park. Pop Medica always loved to walk. When he was young in Saint Vincent he would walk from Georgetown to San Souci which could be a 45 minute to an hour walk.


Mr Medica retired after suffering a major heart attack and  he immediately started a new job as " Senior C.E.O. of marketing and advertising" for Gospel Celebration and GO PARTY. Everyone who encountered Mr Medica was told about the radio station whether you had 2 minutes or 2 hours. He once spent 4 hours on foot promoting. He was most proud when showing support for his children and loved ones.

When Mr. Medica wasn't promoting GO PARTY or Gospel Celebration he was at his second seasonal job, as a landscaper. His yard was the cleanest yard on the block. Mr Medica took on a slogan similar to that of a mailman: "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night..." no leaf was safe from a rake. He took pride in his lawn and curbside and did it without complaints. When our neighbors didn't act fast enough he cleaned their yards too. While he was outside he was also watching everything going on. Mr. neighborhood watch never knew anything that was going on..... but could tell you everything that happened on the block. Pop Medica was dedicated to his job as a landscaper and spent a lot of time outdoors witnessing to every passerby. When city trees were first planted in the neighborhood, he was opposed to it being in front of his house. Don't tell anyone, but Mr Medica did all that he can think of to make sure that tree didn't survive yet it did. For fifteen years he found himself raking the leaves of that same tree he tried so desperately to get rid of.  Like the tree, Pop Medica faced many challenges yet miraculously persevered through it all. God has faithfully shown himself mighty and strong through DAD'S life.  Doctor's have consistently stated that he should have been bedridden based on his charts but the reality of his whole life is that God has the final say.  That's the ONLY report we choose to believe.  Sleep in heavenly peace. We will never forget because you are forever in our hearts.