Agard, Ricardo Anthony

Agard, Ricardo Anthony
20 Nov
2017

Ricardo Anthony Agard, of Country View Estates, St. Patrick, Christ Church, formerly of The Villages At Coverley and the U.S.A., Elder of Voice to the Nation Ministries International and retired Systems Engineer of Vanguard, U.S.A., Dear Son of Irene Durant, Beloved Husband of June Babb-Agard, Cherished Father of André and Christopher Agard, Grandfather of Bashiyra, Aiden and Monica Agard, Brother of Cheryl Thomas and Lynn Agard, Uncle of Hunter and Connor Thomas, Nephew of Albert and Orville Agard, Father-in-law of Larissa Agard, Brother-in-law of David, Ian, Wayne and Gay Babb, Anita Babb-Bascombe, Gloria Marshall and William Thomas, Cousin of many, Friend of the residents of the Villages At Coverley, Country View Estates and many others


A Memorial Service to celebrate the life of Ricardo Anthony Agard will take place on Tuesday, November 21st, 2017 at 10:00 a.m. in the Chapel of Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet.

The Chapel Organist is asked to attend.


In lieu of flowers, monetary contributions to the Dialysis Unit of the Queen Elizabeth Hospital would be appreciated.

Condolences may be sent to: www.downesandwilson.com

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightening they Do not go gentle into that good night.   Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.   Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.