Beckles nee’ Clarke, Eldene Sylvester

Beckles nee’ Clarke, Eldene Sylvester
10 Sep

Age 85, better known as “Lottie”, of Marchfield, St. Philip, Retired Janitor of Princess Margaret Secondary School, Mother of Monica Clarke-Smith, Grandmother of Dwayne and Davin Smith, Sister of Carl Clarke, Waple Nesfield, Ada Best and Norma Walkes, the late Dowlen and Oneal Clarke, Aunt of Reginald and Hiram Clarke, Basil Roberts, Deborah, Alvin, Cheryl, Ricky Clarke and many others, Great-Aunt of many, Mother-in-Law of David Smith, Cousin of Etheline Harrison, Pearl Wiggins, Haskell, Sylvia and Patrick Clarke and many others, Godmother of Janet Best, Shellyann, Alvin Wilson and many others, Relative to the Pilgrim, Barrow, Belgrave, Clarke, Butcher, Franklin and Bascombe families and many others, Friend of Mrs. Ward, Sister Lewis, Andrea Edey, Rosalie Gooding, Sissy Nurse, The Smitten Family and many others.........................

The funeral of Eldene Sylvester Beckles nee’ Clarke leaves the C.H. Best Funeral Home, St. Martin, St. Philip on tomorrow (today) Friday, September 14th, 2018 for the Six Roads Seventh Day Adventist Church, Six Roads, St. Philip where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for a Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the St. Philip’s Parish Church, Church Village, St. Philip for a second Service at 4:00 p.m., followed by the interment in the Church Yard.

The Organist and Members of the Choir are asked to attend.

Floral tributes may be sent to C.H. Best Funeral Home no later than 11:30 a.m. on Friday.

Viewing will take place in the Chapel of the C.H. Best Funeral Home, St. Martin, St. Philip from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday, September 13th, 2018.

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  • I will wait for you...
    I will wait for you... Though we never had a chance to say goodbye, Remember me... When winter snows are falling through a quiet sky I'll remember you When, in our darkest hour, You held my hand and prayed I wouldn't go, But a silent voice called out to me; My time had come, and I had to travel Home... Since then, I know your life has never been the same, For I visit you each day: So many times I've felt your pain: I've watched you cry: And I've heard you call my name... But now, further along life's road I stand In a timeless world, just beyond your sight, Waiting for the day when I can take your hand and bring you across to this land of Golden Light... Till then, remember me, you understand-and try not to cry. But if you do: Let your tears fall For the happiness and joy we knew, And for the special love we shared, For love can never die.