Barker, Ermine Lorraine

Barker, Ermine Lorraine
24 Aug
2017

Ermine Lorraine Barker, age 79, of #93 Topaz Drive, Lodge Terrace, St. Michael, member of St. Mary’s Church Choir, Mothers’ Union, Health Guild, the Police Wives Association and the Laudamus Chamber Choir, Wife of late Owen Barker, Mother of Jennifer Bowen, Ansonia Barker, Fernando Barker and the late Sean Barker, Grandmother of Cherianne, Kevin, Tonya, Kamara, Shanara, Kenny, Shonella and Makayla, Great-grandmother of six, Sister of Errol Samll of the U.K. and the late Olga Haynes, Aunt of Emmerson, Wayne, Lorraine, Mark Haynes, Clarence, Joyce, Michael, Anthony, David, Mark and Paul of the U.K., Great Aunt of Heather and Paul Haynes and Lindon Steele, Mother-in-law of Michael Bowen, Sister-in-law of Victoria Small of the U.K., Relative of the Small, Haynes and Springer families, Friend of Yvonne Palmer of Canada, Sheila Headley, Waple Reid, Sylvester Niles, Jedder and Heather Robinson, Monica Craigg, St. Mary’s Church family, Modern Ball Room Dance Club and many others


The Eucharistic service for Ermine Lorraine Barker takes place today on Thursday, August 24th, 2017 at 3:00 p.m. at St. Mary’s Anglican Church, Bridgetown, where relatives and friends are asked to meet, followed by the interment in the churchyard.

The Organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.

Floral arrangements may be delivered to Bryan’s Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St. Michael no later than 1:00 p.m. on Thursday.

The body will repose for viewing at the Michael Bryan Memorial Chapel, Belmont Road, St. Michael from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday and at the church from 2:00 p.m. until the start of the service.

Funeral arrangements entrusted to: Rowe’s Funeral Service.

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    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.