Smith, Margaret Erdena

Smith, Margaret Erdena
10 Jul
2018

Margaret Erdena Smith, age 59, of #1 Mayfield, St. George and formerly of 2nd Avenue Welchman Hall, St. Thomas, Daughter of Clayton Mayers and the late Nellie Smith, Wife of Nelson Pearl, Sister of Deborah Smith of Harrison’s Cave, Christine Smith - Nursing Assistant of the Gordon Cummins District Hospital, Anthony Smith of Simpson Motors, Michelle, Stephen and Richard Smith, Deborah Durham-Bartlett - Prison Officer of Her Majesty Prison, Trevor Durham-Bartlett of the Barbados Water Authority, Aunt of Darrio, Ryan, Lewanda and Jatonia Smith, Leann Hurley and six others, Niece of Orieal and Hadley Smith and many others, Cousin of Francine and Jamila Smith of the U.S.A., Roger Smith of Canada, Jamal and Patricia Smith, Relative of the Mayers, Lemon and Smith families of St. Thomas, Friend of Kenville Chandler..

The funeral of Margaret Erdena Smith leaves Rest Haven Funeral Home, 1st Avenue Welchman Hall, St. Thomas on Tuesday, July 10th, 2018 at 3:00 p.m. for Holy Innocents’ Anglican Church, Ayshford, St. Thomas, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 4:00 p.m. for a service, followed by the interment in the churchyard.


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

Floral arrangements may be delivered to Rest Haven Funeral Home no later than 2:45 p.m. on Tuesday.


There will be no viewing of the body by special request.

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightening they Do not go gentle into that good night.   Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.   Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.