Worrell, Dorothy Juanita

Worrell, Dorothy Juanita
27 Oct

Dorothy Juanita Worrell née Morris, age 87, better known as “Sheila” of Franklyn Road, Belleplaine, St. Andrew, Daughter of the late St. Clair Bynoe and Gertrude Morris, Wife of the late James “Sonwhite” Worrell, Mother of Barbara Shepherd - retired Employee of the Barbados Water Authority, Linda Morris and Doriel Worrell - both of the Soil Conservation Unit, Janice and Marva Worrell both of the Ministry of Transport and Works, Sylvester and Ronald Worrell and the late Marcia Waldron, Grandmother of Mark and Kerry Morris, Steve Waldron, Tracey, Kimberley and Kevin Worrell, Shaquon Redman and thirteen others,

Great grandmother of twenty-seven, Great-great grandmother of two, Sister of Viola Morris, Gloria Downes-Elcock and Kenneth Seymour Bynoe, Aunt of Beryl Smith of the U.S.A, Yvette Morris and seventeen others, Mother- in- law of Daniel Shepherd, Sister-in-law of Gloria Worrell-Pitt, Relative of the Headley, Gibson, Sobers Lowe, Morris, Bynoe and Belgrave families, Friend of Melia Carrington and the Belleplaine Church of God family.

The funeral of Dorothy Juanita Worrell Née Morris leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Friday, September 08th, 2017 at 11:00 a.m. for Church of God, Belleplaine, St. Andrew, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for a Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to St. Andrew Parish Church for another Service of Thanksgiving at 3:30 p.m., followed by the interment in the churchyard.

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

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home no later than 10.45 a.m. on Friday.

The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel of St. John Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday.

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  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.