Williams, John Ricardo
08 Feb

Williams, John Ricardo

Published in OBITUARIES U - Z

Age 72, of 3rd Ave Dean’s Village, Station Hill, St. Michael.

Devoted-Husband of Violet Williams.

Beloved-Father of Faye Arthur of Courts- Unicomer Barbados Limited and Michelle Williams of Lester Vaughan School.

Brother of Wayne Williams of Trustworthy Systems Incorporated, Gloria Daley, Maria Williams, Harriet Newton and Roy Williams all of the U.S.A., Wren Smith of Canada, Harry Williams of the U.K., Gene Cadogan, Yvonne Adams, the late Lionel and Carl Williams.

Uncle of many.

Cousin of many.

Brother-in-law of Elaine Bredemear of the U.K., Velmena Allman, Maria Harewood, Sylvanus Clarke, RoseAnne Cave, Adrian Doyle and the late Ercil Sargeant.

Father-in-law of Seon Arthur.

Relative of the Millington, Wade and Bridgeman families.

Close-Friend of Trevor Ward and Lesley Sealy.

The funeral of John Ricardo Williams leaves Paramount Funeral Home, Upper Hindsbury Road, St. Michael on Saturday February 16th, 2019 at 8:45 a.m. for Abundant Life Assembly, Bank Hall, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for the Service of Praise and Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to Westbury Cemetery for the Interment.

Flowers may be sent to Paramount Funeral Home no later than 8:30 am on Saturday February 16th, 2019.

Viewing takes place in the Chapel of Paramount Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday February 15th, 2019

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