Francis, Aldeen Belinda

Francis, Aldeen Belinda
01 Jun
2018

Aldeen Belinda Francis, age 53, affectionately known as “Als”, of Sion Hill, St. James, Nurse Auxiliary of the Egvinalle Senior Citizens Home, Daughter of the late Violet Francis-Rochester and Albert Rochester,
Sister of Euthel, Tyron and Debra Francis – all of the U.S.A., Wilfred, Robin of B and B Distribution, Susan of Apes Hill Club, Jasmine and Rachel Francis and the late Gweneth Prescod of the U.S.A.,
Niece of Davis Clinton of the U.S.A. and many others, Aunt of Julian, Romel, Shakeem, Abigail and Antone Francis, Rosemarie Merritt, Steven Prescod, Jamal, Omani and Khalid Straker - all of the U.S.A. and Khatiti Mapp, Cousin of Brenda Kellman, Lorna Cumberbatch, Arlete Cadogan, Lloyd Brown, David Clinton and Winston Sealy - both of the U.S.A., June Russell, Olivia Bowen, Jackie and Carolyn Odwin, Denise King and many others, Relative of the Alleyne, Rochester, Hunte, Robinson, Russell, Walker, Watson and Bowen families, Special Friend of Ronda and David Mayers, Friend of the Staff of Egvinalle Senior Citizens Home and many others


The funeral of Aldeen Belinda Francis leaves L. R. Harris Funeral Home, Husbands, St. Lucy on Saturday, June 2nd 2018 at 12:00 noon for St. Silas Anglican Church, Water Hall, St. James where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to St. James Cemetery for the burial.


The Organist and Members of the Choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to L. R. Harris Funeral Home no later than 11:45 a.m. on Saturday.

The body will repose in the chapel of L. R. Harris Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday.

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