Sargaent, Hof-ni

Sargaent, Hof-ni
30 Oct
2017

Hof-ni Sargaent, of Chapel Land, St. Philip, Employee of the Fisheries Division and well known Cricketer, Son of the late Leon and Ianthe Sargaent, Brother of Maida Clarke, Marcia Holder, Melanese Sargaent-Harewood, Oswald and Ovid Sargeant, Uncle of Hayden, Haldene and Sherry–Ann Holder, Renaldo and Ramon Sargaent, Petra Mondesir, Francia, Nicole and Sheena Headley, Orlando Branch and OJ Sargaent and many others, Friend of Greg Franklin, the Mottley family of Chapel Street, St. Philip, staff of The Fisheries Division and many others..


The funeral of Hof-ni Sargaent leaves Bryan’s Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St. Michael on Wednesday, September 27th, 2017 for St. Philip’s Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 4:00 p.m. for a service of thanksgiving, followed by the interment.

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


Flowers may be sent to Bryan’s Funeral Home not later than 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday.

Visitation of Hof-ni Sargaent will take place in the Michael Bryan Memorial Chapel Bryan’s Funeral Home Belmont Road, St. Michael from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

Condolences to the family may be sent to: www.bryansfuneralhome.com

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