Alleyne, Evangelist Eileen Verona

Alleyne, Evangelist Eileen Verona
24 Nov
2017

Evangelist Eileen Verona Alleyne Nee Bostic, of No.29 Hill Drive, Apple Hall, St. Philip, Mother of Andrew Bostic of the U.S.A., Maria Belgrave of Canada, Jacqueline Belgrave-Best of Canada, John Alleyne of the U.S.A. and Nicole Alleyne-Phiilips-Ayikpa, Grandmother of Jahdai Best of Canada, Khalia Best, Joshua Belgrave- Best, Jorryn and Jayce Alleyne both of the U.S.A. and Aiden Phillips-Ayikpa, Aunt of Jonelle Oxley-Worrell and Kenneth Oxley of the U.S.A., Mother-in-law of Sharonda Alleyne of the U.S.A. and Jutta Phillips-Ayikpa, Relative of the Bostic and Alleyne families, Friend of Benita Cave, Joyce Boyce, Norma Best, Shirley Giles, Shirley Stroude, Pastor and members of Ebenezer Revival Centre and Redemption Ministries and many others.


The funeral of Evangelist Eileen Alleyne Nee Bostic leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Pass, age Road, St. Michael on Saturday, November 25th, 2017 at 8:30 a.m. at Abundant Life Assembly, Haynes Hill, Bank Hall, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for a service of thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

Floral tributes may be sent to Keith Jones Funeral Home no later than 6:00 p.m. on Friday or 8:00 a.m. on Saturday.

Visitation will take place in the Chapel of Keith Jones Funeral Home from 4:30 p.m. until 6:30 p.m. on Friday.
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