Griffith, Eurene Carlotta

Griffith, Eurene Carlotta
27 Jul
2017

Eurene Carlotta Griffith, age 79, better known as “Undine” or “Sugar”, of Arch Hall, St. Thomas and formerly Sturges, St. Thomas, Mother of Winston, Gregston, Angela and Waveney Griffith, Barbara Reid, Cynthia Waithe Nee Griffith and the late Carmen Eileen Forde Nee Griffith, Adopted Mother of Margaret and Edwina Reid, Racquel Ramsay and Linda Brewster, Grandmother of many, Great-grandmother of ten, Sister of Doris Howell, Granville, Carol and Sinclair Bradshaw, Aunt of Julene Wilkinson, Joanie, Glenroy, Beverley and many others, Cousin of Thelma Walters, Mother-in-law of Gerdean Griffith, Parker Forde, Julian Waithe and Yolande Griffith, Relative of the Griffith, Carrington, Bradshaw, Clinton and Archer families, Beloved Friend of Janice Bishop-Riviere, Rosabelle Atkinson, Lorna, Clovine and Joan Browne.


The funeral of Eurene Carlotta Griffith leaves Earl’s Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy, on Wednesday, August 2nd, 2017 at 1:30 p.m. for St. Thomas Parish Church, Arch Hall, St. Thomas, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving, followed by the interment.


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


Floral tributes may be sent to Earl’s Funeral Home no later than 1:00 p.m. on Wednesday.

Tributes commence at 3:00 p.m.


Relatives and friends can visit in the Chapel of Earl’s Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy to reflect the memories of Eurene Carlotta Griffith from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday.


Condolences can be made online at www.earlsfuneralhome.com or visit us on facebook.

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