Alleyne, Kerry O’keefe

Alleyne, Kerry O’keefe
27 Oct
2017

Kerry O’keefe Alleyne, age 40, of No.149 Denton Road, Grazettes, St. Michael, former Employee of Tech 9 Crime Prevention, Beloved Son of Janice Alleyne-Lokey, Stepson of Richard Lokey of G4S, Brother of Kevin of Oran Limited, Danny, Charissa, Jason and Kebie Alleyne, Uncle of Daunte’, Tianny, Demar, Tiara, Camira and Thiago, Cousin of Roger, Christopher, Ronald of Florida and many others, Nephew of Angela and Stephen Alleyne, Horace Blenman and many others, Godson of Hal Boyce, Anthony Griffith of the U.S.A. and Kenmor Hall, Cherished Friend of Glenville, Dwayne, Shamika, Laura and Ciea

The funeral of Kerry O’keefe Alleyne leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael on Monday, August 28th, 2017 at 12:30 p.m. for Ebenezer Seventh Day Adventist Church Middle Lane, Eden Lodge, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:30 p.m. for a service of thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to Westbury Cemetery for the interment.


Flowers may be sent to Keith Jones Funeral Home no later than 12:00 noon on Monday.

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