Beckles, Anderson Anthony
10 Jan
2019

Beckles, Anderson Anthony

Published in OBITUARIES A - E

Age 61, of Simmons Land, Clapham, Christ Church. Employee of Waves Hotel and Spa and formerly of Escape Hotels.

Father of Troy Farley of the US Army.

Brother of Eustace Adams, Marlene, Michael, James and Diana Nurse.

Uncle of Kanyaru Nurse of the U.K., Chad Collymore, Fabian, Shelly-ann, Susan, Koby, Jamar and Sandra Nurse, Charmaine Blackman, Avery and Sueann Cyrus.

Brother-in-law of Cheryl Franklin-Nurse and Jean Adams.

Relative of the Beckles, Nurse and Nicholls families.

Friend of Margaret Farley.

The funeral of Anderson Anthony Beckles leaves Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, Eagle Hall, St. Michael on Tuesday, January 15th, 2019 at 8:30 a.m. for The Chapel of the Westbury Cemetery, Westbury Road, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for the service, followed by the interment.

The Organist is asked to attend.

Wreaths may be sent to Downes and Wilson Funeral Home no later than 7:00 a.m. on Tuesday.

Relatives and friends may pay their last respects at the Chapel of Westbury Cemetery from 9:00 a.m. until 10:00 a.m. on Tuesday.

Condolences may be sent to: www.downesandwilson.com

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