Fortune, Audrey Ione

Fortune, Audrey Ione
13 Feb
2017

Audrey Ione Fortune Née Collins, age 91, of Fairview Place, Bayville, St. Michael, Devout member of the Mothers’ Union, Women’s Auxiliary and Mothers’ Union Choir Representative of the Cathedral of St. Michael and All Angels, Wife of the late Leroy Fortune, Beloved mother of Hazel Durant, Juliette Alleyne, Harold and Eustace Fortune, Stephen Fortune of the U.S.A. and Sergeant 1228 Wayne Fortune of the Royal Barbados Police Force, Grandmother of thirteen, Great-grandmother of twelve, Sister of Gweneth Sandiford, Thelma Broomes, Winston and Von Collins, Relative of the Collins, Seale, Sealy, Grimes, Broomes and Sandiford families.


The funeral of Audrey Ione Fortune Née Collins leaves Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home, Top Rock, Christ Church on Friday, February 17th, 2017 at 8:00 a.m. for The Cathedral of St. Michael and All Angels, St. Michael’s Row, Bridgetown, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for a Thanksgiving Service. The cortege will then proceed to Chapel Lawns of Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.


The Organist, members of the Cathedral Choir, Mothers’ Union and Women’s Auxiliary are asked to attend.


Floral tributes may be delivered to Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home no later than 5:30 p.m. on Thursday or 7:00 a.m. on Friday.


Donations toward the Cathedral Building Fund will be appreciated.

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