Ward, Emerald Cleopatra

Ward, Emerald Cleopatra
30 Oct
2017

Emerald Cleopatra Ward, age 83, of No. 4 Golf Club Road, Christ Church, retired Employee of R.A. Griffith Furniture Factory, Caribbean Graphics and Blades and Williams, retired member of the Barbados Business and Professional Women Club and the Crisis Centre, Mother of the late Diana Lashley of Canada, Sister of Allan Ward of Barbados, Richard Ward, Elsie Gavilones, Marion Burrowes all of the U.S.A., the late Lisle, Ivan and Hazel Ward, Cousin of Yvonne Searles, Janet, Cheryl, Susan and Edward Gordon and many others, Grandmother of Nicholas Lashley of Canada, Friend of Inez Hinkson, Maggi Stanton, Jackie Banfield, Marva Browne, the late Roy Griffith and many others.


The funeral of Emerald Cleopatra Ward leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael on Tuesday, September 26th, 2017 at 12:30 p.m. for St. Matthias Anglican Church, St. Matthias Road, Hastings, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for a service of thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

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

Flowers may be sent to Keith Jones Funeral Home no later than 12:00 noon on Tuesday.

Visitation will take place in the Chapel of Keith Jones Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday.

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    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.