Cook, Edrelle Doreen

Cook, Edrelle Doreen
14 Sep
2018

Age 91, of Lessbeholden, Chalky Mount, St. Andrew and Rosedale Senior Citizens Home, St. George. Retired Nurse.

Beloved Daughter of the late William and Elizabeth Brewster.

Beloved Wife of the late Lloyd Cook.

Loving Sister of the late Kenneth, Sidney, Selwyn, Ulric, Iris and Eula Brewster, Carson Leverston Brewster, Gwendolyn King, Clara Hurst and Eudora Marshall.

Loving Aunt of Roy Hurst of Barbados, Monica Marshall, Dr. Jocelind Gant, Sam Carter, Jeffrey, Selwyn, John, Gertrude, Etwin, Lawrence and Chester Brewster, Gladine Hurst-Kirton - all of the U.S.A., Brenda Jumi, Olga Fields, Sally Brewster and Selwyn Brewster - all of the U.K. and the late Andrew and Ulric Brewster - both of the U.S.A.

Loving Great Aunt of Dwayne Hurst, Rodney Marshall of the U.S.A. and Joshua Holness of the U.K.

Dear Cousin of Waple Lewis.

The funeral of Edrelle Doreen Cook leaves Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, Eagle Hall, St. Michael on Saturday, September 22nd, 2018 at 7:20 a.m. for the St. Andrew Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 9:00 a.m. for the Service, followed by the interment at St. Andrew Parish Churchyard.

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

Wreaths may be sent to Downes and Wilson Funeral Home no later than 6:00 p.m. on Friday, September 21st, 2018.

Relatives and friends may pay their last respects at Downes and Wilson Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday, September 21, 2018

Condolences may be sent to: www.downesandwilson.com

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