Alleyne, Owen Delbert

Alleyne, Owen Delbert
21 Dec

Owen Delbert Alleyne, age 79, better known as “Odick”, of Lyders Hill, St. Philip, Former Employee of the Paradise Hotel, Son of the late Lynch Brathwaite, Husband of Claustine Browne, Father of Adelbert, Eunita, Rudolph, and Clairmonte Browne, Grandfather of Jimmel, Dionne, Pedro, Okima, Miguel, Mya and Naiansa, Browne and Dwayne Bolden, Great-Grandfather of Daneal Browne, Brother of Gary Alleyne, Uncle of Barbara Taylor, Ira Gabsey, Monica Greenidge, Greta and Siefert Brathwaite, Richard Alleyne and many others, Cousin of many, Brother-in-law of Oswyn and Eudene Stuart, Thelma Clarke and Melanese Wilson, Relative of the Jones, Brathwaite and Alleyne families, Friend of many

The funeral of Owen Delbert Alleyne leaves the C.H.Best Funeral Home, St. Martin, St. Philip on Friday, December 22nd, 2017 for The Bible Way Temple, Diamond Valley, St. Philip, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:30 p.m. for a Service of Thanksgiving and Praise. The cortege will then proceeds to the Bushy Park Cemetery for the interment.

Floral tributes may be sent to C. H. Best Funeral Home no later than 11:30 a.m. on Friday.

Viewing of the body takes place in the Chapel of the C.H. Best Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday.

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  • Stop all the clocks
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.