Greene, Euphemia Veronica

Greene, Euphemia Veronica
18 Dec
2017

Euphemia Veronica Greene, better known as “Fee-me”, of Blackmans Tenantry, St. Joseph, Daughter of the late Clovis and Lillian Knight, Widow of the late Richard Alvin Greene, Mother of Marcelle Knight - Security Officer of Tamarind Hotel, Deacon Ricardo Knight and Rodney Greene - Manager of R. Greene Construction, Grandmother of Karen Knight; Kimberley Knight - Student of Hugh Wooding Law School, Devon Callender; Aaliyah Cox and Joshua Knight, Great-Grandmother of Rashad and Kailee Knight., Sister of Reverend Edward Knight, Sylvia Bourne, Irving Knight, Mildred Knight-Adamson and the late Ruby, Beatrice and Frank Knight, Aunt of many, Mother-in-law of Sophia Knight and Lisa Cox, Relative of the Greene, Grant, Knight, Mascoll, Austin, Cox, Catlyn and Clarke families, Friend of many.

The funeral of Euphemia Veronica Greene leaves Waithe’s Funeral Home, Greens, St. George on Tuesday, 19th December, 2017 at 11:00 a.m. for God’s Tabernacle, Blackman’s Tenantry, St. Joseph, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 12:30 p.m. for a service. The cortege will then proceed to St. Anne’s Anglican Church, Parris Hill, St. Joseph for another service at 2:30 p.m., followed by the interment in the churchyard.
The organist and choir members are asked to attend.
Floral tributes can be sent to Waithe’s Funeral Home not later than 10:30 a.m. on Tuesday.
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