Greaves, Loreen Lucille

Greaves, Loreen Lucille
10 Jul
2018

Loreen Lucille Greaves, age 57, of Dunscombe, St. Thomas, former Auxiliary Nurse of Rendezvous Retreat, Daughter of the late Elsie Greaves and Rufus Cumberbatch, Mother of Kimberley Skeete, Grandmother of Noah Skeete, Sister of Onita Gordon, Dean and Tyrone Greaves and Eugene Batson, Aunt of Tonia Arthur, Jason, Fabia, Markson, Deborah, Phyllis, Russell, Kimal and Kofa Greaves, Rohan and Jared Ryan, Sachin Batson, Trecia King and Anthony Neblett, Great Aunt of Jamal Rawlins, Miguel Scott, Shejaria Holder-Greaves, Thelia and Richard Greaves and many others, Mother-in-law of Andre Skeete, Sister-in-Law of Waveney Greaves, Everton Batson and Wilfred Gordon, Friend of Ronald Wilkinson, Hyacinth Sandiford and family, Muriel Blackett-Wilson and many others


The funeral of Loreen Lucille Greaves leaves Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home 102 Cane Garden, St. Thomas on Wednesday July 04th, 2018 at 12:30 p.m. for the Evening Light Pentecostal Church Arch Hall St. Thomas, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for a service. The cortege will then proceed to the St. James Cemetery for the burial.

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

Flowers may be sent to Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home no later than 12:00 noon on Wednesday.


Viewing of the body takes place in the Chapel of Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home from 12:00 noon until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

  • 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.