Griffith, Vernise Claudine
04 Jan

Griffith, Vernise Claudine

Published in OBITUARIES F - J

Age 90, better known as “Aunt Peggy”, of Dalkeith Hill, St. Michael and the Oasis Seniors Retreat Home. Retired Employee of Harrison’s Department Store.

Daughter of the late Audrey Griffith.

Niece of the late Beryl Carvallo.

Aunt of Denise Carter Taylor of the Ministry of Health and Wellness, Hallam Taylor, Marcia Stewart Watson, Katheryn of the University of the West Indies, Wayne Stewart of the Royal Barbados Police Force, Grantley Brathwaite of Optimum Sales and Services, Brian, Jeffrey and Spencer Carter - all of U.S.A. and Carl Garner of Canada.

Friend of Dorothy McPherson of Canada, Ernesta Yarde, Catherine Bradshaw, Beryl Giles and the Director and Staff of Oasis Seniors Retreat Home.

The funeral of Vernise Claudine Griffith leaves Belmont Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St. Michael on Thursday, January 10th, 2019 at 1:15 p.m. for St. Cyprian’s Anglican Church, George Street, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for the service. The funeral will then proceed to the Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

The Organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.         

Floral arrangements may be sent to Belmont Funeral Home no later than 12:45 p.m. on Thursday.

Viewing of the body will take place at the Belmont Funeral Home from 3:30 p.m. until 5:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

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