Kent was born in Manitoba in 1952 and raised in Toronto, before moving to Newfoundland in the 1970s to work with the Newfoundland Traveling Theatre Company. Through his long association with the arts in Newfoundland, he amassed an impressive document of the music, theatre and arts scene in the province he loved.
We expect he uttered his last inappropriate comment shortly before October 17, 2019 when he was pronounced deceased, in his home. To any who wonder if they ever met him, you didn’t – because you wouldn’t have to ask. As a character of the first order, a great orator, and with a fondness for authority (his own, not others), he always had to have the last word. He never met a rule he couldn’t break, a boundary he couldn’t push, a line he couldn’t cross and a story he couldn’t stretch. He was wicked smart and an expert photographer, as he’d have told you, if you’d asked, and even if you didn’t. But you don’t have to look far to see that it was true. Kent was an artist, and his works have been exhibited in galleries across Canada from St. John’s to Victoria.
Kent leaves behind a daughter, Leslie, and two grandchildren, Sophia and Cole. He will be missed by his mother, Donna Kent (Ross), his siblings, nephews..cousins and the like, and many other good people he was blessed to call friends.
He’ll be having a reunion with his dad Baz Barrett, grandparents, uncles, and a handful of friends that passed before him. He was of the both-ends candle crowd and liked a tin or two , so they’ll be happy to see him.
Despite his crusty exterior, cutting remarks and stubbornness, there is actual evidence that he was a loving, giving and caring person. The evidence is the deep sorrow and pain in our hearts that we feel from his passing.