America's Best Leaders: Indra Nooyi, PepsiCo CEO

Pepsi took my father away from me.The death of my father. My family and I have been mistreated by PEPSI and their worker’s. They are very discourteous and impolite towards others.

I have so many superb memories that I have of my father that will last a lifetime, and I will cherish forever. My Daddy:

Born May 31, 1958 and dead October 17, 2000 Jean Caleb Remy was a shy, caring, generous, independent and loving man throughout the years of his short life. He was not only a brother, son, uncle, cousin or nephew but he was also a father. He was not just a father, but he was my father. My father was taken away from me when I was just 5 years old. It was a traumatic experience for me. I bear in mind the exact day that he died. It seems as though it took place yesterday, when the law enforcement came to the door and told us what happened on that 17th day of October.

My mother picked my brother and I up from school early, because she felt as though something was wrong likewise, so did I. She asked us if we wanted something to eat and I said, “No, I just want to go home now!” I arrived in my residence and I started doing my homework. It was only a matter of time when two Caucasian young men knocked at our door. My brother opened the door. I saw them walking in very leisurely, and my body just froze. In my mind I was wondering what was going on because the law enforcement would not just show up at my house, during the middle of the day.

One of the men said, “Good afternoon ma’am, are you the wife of Jean Caleb Remy”. My mother replied “yes!” He said, “I am very sorry but your husband died today in an accident.” After hearing those words “your husband died,” my heart dropped, my body shook, and my eyes were preparing to burst into tears. My daddy, my father, was dead. No, I couldn’t deem it. I thought I was having a nightmare, so I closed my eyes and thought that in any second I would wake up and my dad would come home curtly hugging me, kissing me, holding me. I thought no, I’m going to wake up now, and he’s going to be right in front of me, “YES HE IS”, I contemplated. I opened my eyes, and he was not present, and I realized that it was not a delusion, it was veracity and my father was dead forever. I knew that I would never see him again. “My life, My love, My best friend, My everything was dead.” He was “DEAD!”

Family, friends, and neighbors arrived to express their commiseration, but it did not matter to me. They could not bring my father back, no one could. The next day my mother went to the morgue to verify that it was his body. Shortly after, she started making funeral arrangements. He was obscured 4 days later, on October 22, 2000. During the funeral service my mother, brother, and I were sitting in the front row. They called us up, and I was walking toward his corpse holding my mother’s hand very tightly. I saw his corpse there, “Lifeless, Hopeless, Dead.” I looked up at my mother and saw all the throbbing she was experiencing. I stared at her face and I saw a particular tear. I followed it’s every trace. I did not take my eyes off of that tear. That tear, that specific tear I analyzed it dripping very slowly. It dripped, and dripped, and dripped, until it fell on the left side of my father’s sheathing. That is a moment that I will never disregard, and remember for a lifetime. There is not one day in my life that I do not think about my father, or sob about him hoping that I will have 1 wish, and that wish would be for everything to be back to usual and for him to be here, but that cannot happen.

I always imagine that instead of him dying immediately, I would have a chance to go to the hospital and see him on the hospital bed. Then, I would go by his side and beg him not to leave me, that I need him, I love him, that he needs to fight for me, and that he can’t give up, for me!” I would hold his hand so tightly and go on my knees and beg God to let my father stay with me, and not ever leave me, that I need him, we need him, “My brother, my mother and I.” I would hope that there could be a miracle and that he could be here forever. I would stay by his side and never leave him. I speculate if I did have that chance, what the outcome would be.

I know that my father would survive for me. He would fight for his life so that he could watch my brother and I grow up, he would survive. If he did not survive, I would know that I had a chance to say my last goodbyes, knowing that he could hear every single word that came out of my mouth. I know that for a fact if he were here, I would not only be “Daddy’s Princess, but also Daddy’s Little Girl.”

The funds that CNA is presenting cannot even pay for a 4 year college that I will be attending shortly in 2012. If my father were here, I know that he would do anything to provide the best education for me and my brother. His number 1 priority was us his children, and nothing came before his children but Jehovah God. He cherished us so much and I know that instead of feeling depressed and worthless, he would want me to move on and accomplish my goals. I know that if he were here, he would be swollen with pride of me… Losing a person is something that no one should experience. Not a baby, a toddler, an adolescent, or even an elderly.

Today I am 15 years of age turning 16, on the 29th day of April. I am lettering on behalf of my father. It is extremely hard not having his presence here next to me everyday. I weep for him everyday. No one will comprehend, you will not comprehend, not even the man that was driving the truck and turned the truck on my father’s side killing him, who never expressed his condolences or sorrowness to me will ever comprehend the hurting that I am going through, but it hurt’s me even more to see in a letter that I am being offered such a small amount of wealth for an important person that I lost, a role model to me. Someone that will not be here when I graduate next year in 2012, someone that will not be here when I go to medical school, someone that will not walk me down the aisle and give me away for someone else to take care of me, someone that will not be there when I have kids, and most of all someone that will not be here to tell me everyday that he loves me. I am not lettering this for someone to feel sorry for me because I do not care who feels remorseful for me, but I am lettering this to tell each and everyone that my father died and PEPSI did not even set a trust fund for my brother and I. The death of my father. My family and I have been mistreated by PEPSI and their worker’s. They are very discourteous and impolite towards others.

I have so many superb memories that I have of my father that will last a lifetime, and I will cherish forever.

GRemy of FL 6:36PM September 14, 2011

Indra Nooyi Pepsi’s CEO happens to be the # 4 when Pepsi doesn’t understand the profundity of the throbbing caused by the loss of a kind compassionate humble man who died while on duty for PEPSI? No matter the caused of death, it hurts each of us so deeply and affects us in different ways. We have spent the last ten years working through and dealing with the death of my husband and father of my 2 children who used to work for Pepsi. In fact, the human mind can gradually accept the terrible reality, but it cannot accept sudden death. It is still impossible for us and we continue to grieve the loss of Jean Remy caused by Pepsi. We are extremely dissatisfied by the way Pepsi has been treating us. We are devastated without him and will always be. His death affected us emotionally, psychologically, physically, and the abusement made by Pepsi employee's made life harder for us on a daily basis. I would not like anyone who loss a loved one to be treated the way my children and I have been.

PEPSI’S CEO CAN’T BE # 4 BECAUSE MY HUSBAND DIED WHILE ON DUTY FOR PEPSI AND PEPSI DID NOT EVEN SET UP A TRUST FUND FOR HIS CHILDREN WHO were 5 AND 11 YEARS OLD.

Each day, I moan, the reminiscences I have of Jean bring me contentment, knowing that I had a remarkable husband.

My children and I should of been treated differently because we had Jean's presence, the presence that always lighted the room, and made everyone happy for a short time. That unique quality that he expressed toward others, and that quality was love. He loved his family, he loved me unconditionally, and most of all, he loved his children more than anything. We have lost someone close to our heart and Pepsi should take that in consideration.

M Remy of FL 12:36PM August 25, 2011

I have discovered something very strange and exciting.indra nooyi was born in the exact day and year(October 28, 1955 )that Bill Gates was born(October 28, 1955 ).

so I think their incredible and huge success has some mysterious and astrological aspect to it. isn't that interesting?

mitra 1:33PM June 26, 2011

i'm an indian.....n 4 any indian Nooyi is truely an inspiration,a moivation.

PIKU SEN 2:10PM May 04, 2011