To some, Damien Andrew Chamberlain was a series of numbers and facts. Born on September 8th, 1967 in York, England to a Belizean mother and a British father, drew his last breath on February 3rd, 2023. Social security number, passport number, oldest brother, father of three.

Married on September 3rd, 2001. If you are one of the some, who only knew Damien Andrew Chamberlain through the paper trail he left behind of birth and marriage certificates, things you can find out from a quick peek into his wallet, then sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, you missed out. Because Damien Andrew Chamberlain also had a roaring kind of laugh that would dissipate into a cackle towards the end. And it was easy to make him laugh. In fact I could write pages of all the things that would make him laugh. Sometimes, he would let that powerful and jolly laugh erupt from the pits of his stomach at things that weren’t all that funny, while others would giggle just to keep up, just to feel included in something so magnetic.

Perhaps his laugh could be measured on the Richter Scale, and then those aforementioned unlucky some who only knew Damien Andrew Chamberlain as the series of numbers and facts could experience it too. But even then, they still would be quite unlucky, because Damien Andrew Chamberlain also had this way he would interact with the food he cooked, where he would put enough love into it to fill the hearts of a country. Donning his apron and his spatula, he wouldn’t marinate meat, he would massage it. He wouldn’t thicken gravies, he would give life to it. The lucky ones who knew Damien Andrew Chamberlain remember him exclaiming, as he often did when eating good food, which he often did, I want to rub this all over my body. But suppose we wrote down the recipes for everything he had ever cooked in excruciating detail, on a chemical level, so that the aforementioned unlucky could experience that too. They would still be quite unlucky, because Damien Andrew Chamberlain was also curious.

Isaterra is the legacy for us lucky ones.

It stands as a testament to Damien’s spirit. He poured his heart and soul into renovating the home he named Isaterra, Isabel’s Land, transforming it into a communal place of good food, laughter, family, and friends. Every corner of Isaterra once resonated with Damien’s love and passion, from the aroma of his meticulously crafted dishes to the echoes of his infectious laughter bouncing off the walls. It’s a place where memories are made, where stories are shared, and where the essence of Damien Andrew Chamberlain lives on.