Lynch, Kathyann Delores

Lynch, Kathyann Delores
27 Feb
2017

Kathyann Delores Lynch, age 45, of 1D Rock Avenue Wildey, St. Michael, Managing Director of K.D.L Security Services and member of the Alpha Swim Club, Daughter of Colvin Eastmond of the U.S.A. and the late Jean Coppin, Step-daughter of Osley "George" Coppin, Mother of Tichina Welch of K.D.L. Security Services, Ti-juana Welch - Student of Queens College and the late Ayanna Lynch, Sister of Ronald Lynch of Canada, Charmaine Lynch of the U.S.A., Sonia Lovell, Sunill, Alicia and Kelia Padmore, Jamal Scantlebury and the late Colvin "Boonicks" Lynch, Niece of Wendy Cumberbatch and Harriet Lynch-Roach - both of the U.S.A., Joycelyn Thomas, Charles Lynch, Maureen Grazette, Michael Turney, Aunt of Rashad Moore, Romario Williams, Emma Lynch, Ashari Agard and Shadija Brathwaite, Cousin of Lauraine Lynch-Gittens, Michele Layne, Shernelle and Krystal Blackman, Jywanaza Grazettes and many others, Relative of the Turney, Boucher, Lynch and Coppin families, Friend of Kim Skeete, Jason Johnson, Curtis Taylor and many others.

A Service of Thanksgiving for the life of Kathyann Delores Lynch takes place on Tuesday, February 21st, 2017 at 10:00 a.m. at the Church Of The Nazarene, Collymore Rock, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet, immediately followed by the interment in the Cassia Lawns of the Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church.

Flowers may be sent to E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, "The Lawns", Vauxhall, Christ Church on no later than 7:30 a.m. on Tuesday, or may be delivered to the Church Of The Nazarene, Collymore Rock, St. Michael before the start of the service.

Visitation takes place in the Chapel of E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, "The Lawns", Vauxhall, Christ Church from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday.

Funeral Arrangements Entrusted to: E. Pamela Small Funeral Services

  • Stop all the clocks
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.