King, Martin Lyle

King, Martin Lyle
30 Oct
2017

Martin Lyle King, of 8th Avenue New Orleans, St. Michael and formerly of Branchbury, St. Joseph and Jericho, St. George, Husband of Sheila Johnson-King, Father of Heather Jones, Valcia Inniss, Errol and Francine Farmer, Mencia and Ingrid King, Sylvestre King-Leslie and the late Grantley Farmer, Stepfather of Jenny Johnson, Grandfather of Harriette Quashie, Heather Warde and twenty-five others, Brother of Monica and Emmerson King and Pauline Roach, Relative of the King, Turney, Branch, Allman, Small, Quashie, Warde, Carroll and Johnson families

The funeral of Martin Lyle King leaves Greaves Funeral Home, Church Hill, St. Lucy on Thursday, September 21st, 2017 for St. Augustine Anglican Church, Market Hill, St. George, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service, followed by the interment.


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


Flowers may be sent to Greaves Funeral Home no later than 1:00 p.m. on Thursday.

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightening they Do not go gentle into that good night.   Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.   Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.