Hope-Taylor, Captain David Lionel

Hope-Taylor, Captain David Lionel
27 Feb
2017

Captain David Lionel Hope-Taylor, age 52, of #139, Bagatelle Terrace, St. Thomas, retired Captain of the Barbados Defence Force, Son of Violet Taylor and the late Lionel Taylor, Brother of Randolph and Kevin Hope-Taylor, Uncle of Miranda, Ruth and John-Paul Hope-Taylor all of the U.K, Great-Uncle of Tai Hope-Reid of the U.K., Nephew of Sarah Sandiford of Canada, Thelma and Kenneth Cadogan and Grantley Merritt, Cousin of Wilma Leslie, Vince Cadogan and Rudolph Hope all of the U.S.A, Michael Hope, Janet and Diana Nicholls and Judith Francis-Thomas, Relative of Taylor and Hope families, Friend of Lisa Badenock, Patricia Charles, Colonel Glyne Grannum - Chief of Staff of the Barbados Defence Force, Major David Binks, Lieutenant Commander Neville Springer, Major Neville Brathwaite, Sergeant John Flemming, Warrant Officer Robert Jordan, Warrant Officer Robert Graham, Warrant Officer Nathaniel Williams, Patricia Layne, Coleen Springer and Walter Boyce..

The funeral of Captain David Lionel Hope-Taylor leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 at 10:45 a.m. for Sharon Moravian Church, Sharon, St. Thomas, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the Military Cemetery, Gravesend, St. Michael for the interment.

Military honours will be accorded.

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

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 10:30 a.m. on Thursday.

The body will repose for viewing at Hodgson Hall Conference Room, St. Ann’s Fort, The Garrison, St. Michael from 3:30 p.m. until 5:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

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