Barrow, Richard O’Neal

Barrow, Richard O’Neal
27 Feb
2017

Richard O’Neal Barrow, better known as “Barrow”, of Vault Road, Welchman Hall, St. Thomas, Employee of Oran Limited, Son of Margaret Best and the late Oliver Forde, Stepson of Eulon Best, Grandson of Ianthe, the late Norman Barrow, George and Winifred Forde, Brother of Wayne Barrow - Driver of B70, Susanne Griffith, Anthony and Lisa Edwards, Nephew of Pauline Beckford, Yvonne Colman and William Barrow of the U.K., Heather Reid and Angela Forde, Uncle of Tanya Holder, Jamar Griffith and many others, Cousin of Eugene Barrow - retired Teacher of Holy Innocent’s Primary, Dawn Stewart and Richelle Blue of the U.S.A., Relative of the Barrow, Forde and Jordan families, Friend of Esworth, Louie and David Cave, Susan Burke-Callender, John Greaves, Andre Springer of Oran Limited and many others..

The funeral of Richard O’Neal Barrow leaves Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home, 102 Cane Garden, St. Thomas on Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 at 2:30 p.m. for the Holy Innocents Anglican Church Ayshford, St. Thomas, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 4:00 p.m. for the service, followed by the burial.

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

Flowers may be sent to Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home no later than 2:00 p.m. on Thursday.

Tributes will commence at 3:30 p.m. until the start of the service.

Viewing of the body takes place in the Chapel of Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home from 12:00 noon until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday.

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