Robinson, Charles Euclid

Robinson, Charles Euclid
18 Dec

Charles Euclid Robinson, age 94, affectionately known as “Robby”, of Branchbury, St. Joseph - retired Machinist of Roberts Manufacturing Limited and former Engineer of the Barbados Foundary Limited, Husband of the late Kathleen Robinson, Father of Malcolm Catlyn of Pinelands, St. Michael, Anne Reid of Cave Shepherd and Company Limited, Sandra and Paul Robinson of Branchbury, St. Joseph, Charles Jr, Wayne, David, Donia and Troy Robinson and Nolan Kellman all of the U.S.A., Grandfather of Rochelle, Randy, Romario and Rasheed Reid, Lisa and Jason Medford, Alan Kellman, Shane Robinson, Alexandria Mills, Dana Jarvis, Rickya Inniss, Alexis, Aleah, Josiah, Zion and Tyler Robinson, Great-Grandfather of ten, Cousin of Cheryl and Jewel Rogers, Thelma and Claudette Robinson, Joyce Mosely, Father-In-law of Ranfield Reid, Bernice Kellman, Clotel Robinson and Janet Robinson, Relative of the Batson, Smith, Kellman and Young families, Yvonne Williams, Barbara Murrell

The funeral of Charles Euclid Robinson leaves the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home, Stadium Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael on tomorrow (today) Wednesday 20th December, 2017 at 12:45 p.m. for St. Anne’s Anglican Church, Parris Hill, St. Joseph, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for a Home Going Service and the Interment

The Organist and Members of the Choir are asked to attend.

Floral arrangements can be sent to the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home no later than 12:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

Viewing of Charles Euclid Robinson takes place in the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday 19th December.

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  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.