Phillips, Esther Loreene

Phillips, Esther Loreene
18 Dec
2017

Esther Loreene Phillips, age 67, of Crab Hill, St. Lucy - former Island Constable of the Royal Barbados Police Force, Daughter of the late Gladstone and Thelma Cadogan, Mother of Juann and Curtis Phillips, Grandmother of Aquille and Jacody Phillips, Great-Grandmother of Kajarie Phillips, Sister of Colleen and Patricia Phillips, Sandria and Adrian Cadogan, Lorena Jordan, Ronnie Elcock and Anderson Hinds, Aunt of Greg, Nadia and Shana Phillips, Gillian Burnham, Gailann Durrant, Carol and Julia Jordan, Donette and Shontelle Cadogan, Dacia Cadogan-Paris, Sheena Hamilton and many others,

Niece of Douglas Broome, Cousin of Floleen Cadogan, Althea Broome, Alvina Forde and many others, Relative of the Cadogan, Forde and Broome families, Friend of Andria Codrington, Valentine Greaves, Marvalene Springer, Glendeen Yearwood, the Pioneer Cavaliers Club and the Crab Hill Community.

The funeral of Esther Loreene Phillips leaves L. R. Harris Funeral Home, Husbands, St. Lucy on Monday, December 18th 2017 at 2:30 p.m. for St. Lucy Parish Church, Fairfield, St. Lucy, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service and burial.

The organist is asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to L. R. Harris Funeral Home no later than 2:15 p.m. on Monday.

The body will repose in the Chapel of L. R. Harris Funeral Home from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Sunday.

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