Greene, Roslyn
11 Jan
2019

Greene, Roslyn

Published in OBITUARIES F - J

Age 66, of Ashby Land, Lodge Road, Christ Church. Former Employee of T. T. Electronics.

Daughter of the late Ruby Greene.

Mother of Rosita, Jason, Cheryl and Angela Greene.

Sister of Joslyn Johansson, Derrick, Wesley and Junior Greene and Beverley Inniss.

Grandmother of Sheena Gibson, Davida, Cherise, Sherson, Aleya and Janique Greene, Jabari Irish and Shaquan Small.

Great-Grandmother of five.

Sister-in-law of Thomas Johansson.

Niece of Marjorie Greene.

Friend of Ernesta Bourne, Annette Greene, Merlene Drayton and many others.

The funeral of Roslyn Greene leaves Anderson Funeral Home, Lower Barbarees Hill, St. Michael on Monday, January 14th, 2019 at 11:00 a.m. for Rock Of Ages Apostolic Church, Windsor Hill, St. George, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the Christ Church Cemetery for the interment.

Floral arrangements may be sent to Anderson Funeral Home no later than 10:30 a.m. on Monday.

Viewing will be held in the Chapel of Anderson Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Sunday and from 12:00 noon until the start of the service..

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