Harris, Wayne

Harris, Wayne
18 Jul

Wayne Harris J.P., age 70, better known as “Sam Dopie”, of 4th Avenue, Lower Carlton, St. James, Retired Pharmacist of Maurice Byer and Sir Winton Scott Polyclinic, member of Maple Sports Club and Coleridge and Parry Old Scholars Association, Son of the late Joseph and Deserdine Harris, Husband of Patricia Harris - former Proprietor of St. James Secondary School Canteen, Father of Corey and Dwayne Harris, Grandfather of Nyia Harris, Brother of Jean Harris of Jamaica, Norbert Harris of the U.S.A., Fredrick and Cedric Harris - both of Trinidad, Stephanie Norville and the late Harold Harris of Trinidad, Uncle of Margret Norville and many others, Nephew of Rev. Livingston Yearwood, Brother-in-law of Georgia Broome, Sonia Gaskin, Alicia, Jeffrey and David Holder, Relative of the Harris, Holder, Forde and Yearwood families, Friend of Wayne Gibbons, Victor Frederick, Andrew and Jeffrey Bannister, Checwin Burnhan, Grayden Nesfield and many others.

The funeral of Wayne Harris J.P. leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Saturday, July 21st, 2018 at 8:00 a.m. for St. Peter’s Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to St. Peter’s Cemetery for the interment.

The Organist and members of the Church Choir are asked to attend.

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 7:45 a.m. on Saturday, July 21st, 2018.

The body will repose for viewing at Maple Sports Club, Trent’s, St. James from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Friday, July 20, 2018.

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    Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can go no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.