Atherley, Chesterfield Dacosta

Atherley, Chesterfield Dacosta
27 Feb
2017

Chesterfield Dacosta Atherley, age 69, of 118 West Terrace Gardens, St. James, from Charnocks, Christ Church, former Deputy Permanent Secretary of The Ministry of Transport and Works, Senior Admin Officer of Defense and Security and Government Printer of the Barbados Government Printery, Son of the late Ashby and Vera Atherley, Father of Pastor Lisa Martin, Ryan Orlando Atherley, Travis Marcel Atherley and Tanya Natasha Lezama of the U.S.A, Grandfather of Keon Payne, Tre Spencer, Ronaldo Atherley, Jonathan Patricks, Ryan Atherley Jnr, and Anya Rochester and Madison Ragoo both of the U.S.A, Ayoka and Adante Martin, Brother of Janice Cadogan and Patricia Atherley-Liddie of the U.S.A, Nephew of Marlene Witt, Gloria Artist Neequaye and Ralph Jones, Uncle of Gail Cadogan and Erica Linton Mitchell of the U.S.A, Great-Uncle of Nya, Dominique, Raven and Max of the U.S.A, Father-in-law of Pastor Donovan Martin, Former Husband of Coral Leslie of the U.S.A, Relative of the Lewis, Robinson, McClean, Jones, Weekes and Armstrong families and many others, Special Friend of Joan Gilkes,

The funeral service of Chesterfield Dacosta Atherley will be held on Thursday, 16th February, 2017 at 1:00 p.m. at Restoration Ministries International, Gunsite Road, Brittons Hill, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.


Flowers may be delivered to St. George’s Home for Funerals no later than 11:00 a.m. on Thursday.

Visitation takes place at St. George’s Home for Funerals, Carmichael House, Carmichael, St. George from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 pm. on Wednesday, 15th February, 2017.

Funeral Arrangements Entrusted to Syd Jones’ St. George’s Home for Funerals.

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