Cox, Delores Delyra

Cox, Delores Delyra
26 Feb

Delores Delyra Cox née Clarke, age 66, of Block 1G, Pavillion Terrace, Deacons Farm, St. Michael, Daughter of the late Gerald and Beryl Cox, Loving-Wife of Michael Cox, Treasured-Mother of Suzanne Cox-Barton of the Barbados Revenue Authority and Sanchia Cox-Walcott of the U.S.A., Grandmother of Jade Cox and Ariel Walcott of the U.S.A., Sister of Barbara and Coleridge Clarke and Valerie and Tyrone Cox, Aunt of Kay Turner of the U.S.A., Rakiyah Sherry, Keisha and Kimberly Crichlow, Rasheed, Rashad and Rasheda Cox, Mother-in-law of Michael Barton of Massey Warrens and Troy Walcott of the U.S.A., Sister-in-law of Clement and Mark Cox both of the U.S.A., Relative of the Bacchus, Agard and Cox families, Friend of Avril “Betty” Barrow and the late Clyde Taitt and many others.

The funeral of Delores Delyra Cox née Clarke leave the Paramount Funeral Home, Hindsbury Road, St. Michael on Friday, 02nd February, 2018 at 1:30 p.m. for St. Leonard’s Anglican Church, Westbury Road, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:45 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving, followed by the Interment.

The Organist and members of the Church Choir are asked to attend.

Floral Tributes may be sent to Paramount Funeral Home no later than 1:15 p.m. on Friday 02nd February, 2018.

A collection will be taken during the service for the building of St. Leonard’s Church Parish Centre.

The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel of Paramount Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday 01st February, 2018.

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    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.