Greenidge, Norma Merlene

Greenidge, Norma Merlene
28 Nov

Norma Merlene Greenidge, age 72, of Drax Hall Hope, St. George, retired Employee of the House-keeping Department of the Queen Elizabeth Hospital and member of Prerogative Nazarene Worship Centre, Daughter of the late Joseph and Christiana Goodridge, Loving Mother of Sandor, Karen, Vicky, Sonia, Julia and Ava Greenidge and the late Erwin Greenidge, Cherished Grandmother of Leslie-Ann and Shane Lewis, Melissa, Kerriva and Vanessa Greenidge, Adopted Mother of Cleveston Winfield and Wayne Clarke, Sister of Uncil Goodridge J.P. and the late Clarence Best, Aunt of Charles Best, Marvon O’Neal Moore, Mark Goodridge, Glenda Hope, Shernell Goodridge, Zoe and Damien Best, Great Aunt of ten, Cousin of Vena and Artleigh Hinkson, Lorraine and Owen Ifill and many others, Sister-in-law of Lorris Goodridge, Relative of the Best, Brown, Brathwaite, Goodridge, Greenidge, Ifill, Grosvenor, Hinkson and Olton families, Dearest Friend of Rudolph Howard, Allison Lorde-Best, Antoinette Campbell, Andrea Lashley, Maureen Wiltshire, the Queen Elizabeth Hospital family, the Sealey and Greenidge families and many others.

The funeral of Norma Merlene Greenidge leaves Waithe’s Funeral Home, Greens, St. George on Wednesday, November 29th, 2017 at 11:30 a.m. for the Church of the Nazarene, Collymore Rock, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for a Service of Praise and Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the St. Jude’s Anglican Church, St. Jude’s Village, St. George for another service at 3:30 p.m., followed by the interment in the churchyard.
The Organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.
Floral tributes can be sent to Waithe’s Funeral Home not later than 11:00 a.m. on Wednesday.
Mourning colors are optional.
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