King, Joan Yvonne

King, Joan Yvonne
19 Jan

Joan Yvonne King, of Brooklyn, New York formerly of Old Post Office Road, Market Hill, St. George, Wife of Nigel King, Mother of Betty Highland Best, Andrew Wickham, Michelle Hurst and Tyrone Wickham, Grandmother of Latisha 

Highland Best, Kaesha Highland-Best, Azariah and Jaden Hurst, Brittany Waldron, Kelsie, Shineika and Tiana Wickham and Tynelle Rowe, Great-Grandmother of Ava LaFleur, Sister of Sonia Wickham, Gloria and Sheila
Wickham, Norma Gittens, Pauletta, Carlyle and Sylvan Wickham, Judy and Virdene Boyce, Harriette Grogan and the late Vanita Austin, Aunt of June and Earl Wickham and many others, Niece of Ada Grant, Harkington
Francis and Racheal Russell, Cousin of Joycelyn and Angela and many others, Mother-in-law of Mark Highland-Best and the late Andrew Hurst, Relative of the Boyce, Smith, Yarde, Wickham families, and the members
of the Old Post Office Assembly Hall, Friend of Sonia Hall, Junnie Fuller, Jan Grazette and the Harewood family

The funeral of Joan Yvonne King leaves the Belmont Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St Michael on Monday, 15th January, 2018 at 12:00 noon for the Old Post Office Assembly Hall, Old Post Office Road, St. George,
where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, the Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.

Floral arrangements may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home no later than 11:30 a.m. on Monday.

Viewing of the body takes place at the Old Post Office Assembly Hall, Old Post Office Road, St George from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Sunday 14th January, 2018

  • Where do they go to?
    Where do they go to, the people who leave? Are they around us, in the cool evening breeze? Do they still hear us, and watch us each day? I'd like you to think of them with us that way. Where do they go to, when no longer here? I think that they stay with us, calming our fear Loving us always, holding our hands Walking beside us, on grass or on sand. Where do they go to, well it's my belief They watch us and help us to cope with our grief They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days Guiding us always through life's mortal maze.