Layne, Jillian Rashida

Layne, Jillian Rashida
26 Feb

Jillian Rashida Layne, age 30, better known as “Jay-Jay”, of Sherbourne, St. John and formerly of Breedy’s Land, Silver Sands, Christ Church, former Auxiliary Nurse of Tranquil Nursing Home, Devoted Daughter of Sonia Wilkinson of the Child Care Board and Richard Layne of the U.K., Granddaughter of Pamela Wilkinson and the late Naomi Layne, Precious Mother of Leilani Weekes, Loving Fiancé of Kenroy Weekes of Professional Engineering Services, Niece of Maria Jordon, Anson Wilkinson of UCAL, Shelley Wilkinson, Karen Wilkinson-Small of the U.S.A., Ivor Wilkinson Sargeant of the Royal Barbados Police Force, Yolanda and Henderson Griffith and Esther Smith, Cousin of Sharon, Isha, Tyler, Kaitland of the U.S.A., Kevin, Rommel, Mark, Allan, Tyrik, Sonia, Shanice and Charme, Relative of the Wilkinson, Layne, Jordon, Marshall, Branch, Stuart, Weekes and Hunte families, Friend of Patrina, Richelle, Kimmy, Sister Andrea Scott of the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Marcia Browne-Jones, Keva Boyce, Patsy Browne, and many others

The funeral of Jillian Rashida Layne leaves Waithe’s Funeral Home, Greens, St. George on Monday, February 05th, 2018 at 2:00 p.m. for St. John’s Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for a Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the St. John’s Cemetery for the interment.

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

Floral tributes can be sent to Waithe’s Funeral Home not later than 1:30 p.m. on Monday.

Mourning colours are optional, however the preferred colours are pink, white and black.

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  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.