Holder, Philip Thomas

Holder, Philip Thomas
27 Feb
2017

Philip Thomas Holder, age 77, late of Church Village, St. Philip and member of Church Village Church of Christ, Son of the late Elmina Holder, Father of Rod Watson and Annalee Harewood, Stepfather of Simon Watson, Brother of the late Alistair, Keith and Harold Holder, Grandfather of Dré and Ashlean Blades and Nathaniel Harewood, Uncle of Monica Franklin, Anthony Sealy, Keith, Richard, Jeffrey, Yvette and Valdene Holder and many others, Cousin of the Barrows and Granville Holder, Friend of the Mannings and many others


The funeral of Philip Thomas Holder leaves Griffith and Sons Funeral Home, Fustic Village, St. Lucy on Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017, at 1:00 p.m. for St. Philip Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 4:00 p.m. for the service of thanksgiving and burial.

Floral tributes may be sent to Griffith and Sons Funeral Home not later than 12:45 p.m. on Wednesday.


Viewing of the body will take place at Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael, from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday, February 21st, 2017.


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