Yearwood, Merle Sylvie Ione

Yearwood, Merle Sylvie Ione
09 Aug

Merle Sylvie Ione Yearwood, age 70, of 30 Locust Hall Terrace, St. George, Retired Senior Teacher, Daughter of the late Stanley and Lois Marshall, Wife of Clyde Yearwood, Mother of Show-nuh Kellman and Sheena Wells of the U.K., Grandmother of Rishon Marshall, Aria, Kaden and Ethan Kellman, Marlon Wells, Sister of Joyce Pollard, Clare Cadogan, Shirley Patricia Forde, Parry and Victor Marshall, the late Hazel Marshall, the late Very Reverend Dr. Frank Marshall, CBE, Dean Emeritus, the late Monica Marshall-Wilkinson, Aunt of Jennifer and Dr. Joyanne Pollard, Andre and Allison Cadogan, Paul, Clare, Parry Jr., Ramon and Brandon Marshall, Kathy-Ann Chase, Kevin Forde, Myles Wilkinson, the late Valerie Gibson, Cousin of Cecile Marshall, Ophnel Larrier and many others, Mother-in-Law of Dr. Ricardo Kellman, Sister-in-Law of Vincent Yearwood, Muriel Smith, Cynthia Lord, Oneal Forde, Sheryl and Beverley Marshall.

The funeral of Merle Sylvie Ione Yearwood leaves the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home, Stadium Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael on Tuesday 31st July 2018 at 8:45 a.m. for the Ebenezer Seventh Day Adventist Church, Eden Lodge, St. Michael where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:15 a.m. for a service of celebration. The cortege will then proceed to the Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens for the Interment

Floral arrangements can be sent to the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home no later than 6:00 p.m. on Monday and no later than 8:30 a.m. on Tuesday.
Musical tributes will commence at 9:30 a.m.

Viewing of Merle Sylvie Ione Yearwood will take place in the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday.
Mourning colors are optional.
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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.