Greaves, Alvin Owen

Greaves, Alvin Owen
24 Feb

Alvin Owen Greaves, of Maynard's Development, St. Peter, Retired Teacher of The Coleridge and Parry School, Loving Husband of Margo Greaves, Cherished Father of Saphyre Greaves, Devoted Son of Stella Greaves, Brother of Michael and Pamela Greaves, Bentley and Beulah Hinds, Alvina Skeete, Evans Morris and Wendy Stevenson, Uncle of Jabari, Deronne and Jamaal Greaves, Fabian Hinds and Sylvester Walrond, Nephew of Michael, Mickey and Agatha Greaves and Lucille Lashley, Son-in-Law of Hazel McCaskie, Cousin of Icilma, Lydia, Morris and Herwood Springer, Karl Greaves, Kim Stoute and many others, Brother-in-Law of Melda Greaves, Shirley Hinds, Lynden, Derek and Sherwood McCaskie, Relative of the Springer, Bowen, Gill and Greaves families, Friend of Hadley Hinds, William Woodruffe, Rolph Gilkes, Lewiston Moore, Dr. Myrna Hinkson, Evadne Briggs, Joan Austin ,the Headley, Small and Clement families………………

The funeral of Alvin Owen Greaves leaves the Christovel Tyrell Chapel of North Eastern Funeral Home, Mount View Drive, St. Lucy, on Saturday at 7:15 a.m. for St. Peter's Anglican Church, Speightstown, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 9:30 a.m. for the thanksgiving service. The cortege will then proceed to Mount Pleasant Memorial Gardens, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter for the interment.

The organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be delivered to Fern Greaves Funeral Services, Mount View Drive, St. Lucy no later than 7:00 a.m. on Saturday.

Viewing of the body takes place in the Chapel of North Eastern Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday.

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  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.