Boyce, Elfrieda Elmin
16 Feb

Boyce, Elfrieda Elmin

Published in OBITUARIES A - E

Age 93, of Burma Road, St. Peter. Faithful Member of St. Peter’s Parish Church Mother’s Union.Devoted Wife of the late Durant Boyce.

Beloved Mother of Eunilda Williams, Dylese Daley of the U.S.A., Elsa Boyce-Williams and Glenroy Boyce - retired Sergeant of the Royal Barbados Police Force.

Grandmother of Ferdinand Boyce-Osbourne, Michelle, Mark, Maxine, Matthew and Leah Boyce, Leonardo Boyce-Williams and the late Malachi Boyce.

Great-Grandmother of ten.

Great-Great-Granmother of three.

Sister of the late Ina Best, Vinita Jordan, Enid and Glenfield Bowen.

Aunt of Rudolph and Velda Corbin, Frank, Angela and William Best and Aishah Bilal - all of the U.K., Stephen, Mona and Linda Bowen and many others.

Cousin of many.

Mother-in-law of Peter Daley of the U.S.A. and Zerphil Williams.

Relative of the Bowen, Worrell, Griffith, Best and Boyce families.

Friend of Justice Pamela Beckles and many others.

The funeral of Elfrieda Elmin Boyce leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Saturday, February 23rd, 2019 at 12:15 p.m. for St. Peter’s Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to St. Peter’s Cemetery for the interment.

The Organist, members of the church choir and Mother’s Union are asked to attend.

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home no later than 12:00 noon on Saturday.

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 Friday.

Fond remembrances and condolences to the family may be directed to:

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