Knight, Leroy Chesterfield

Knight, Leroy Chesterfield
26 Apr
2018

Leroy Chesterfield Knight, age 71, better known as “Gary”, of Bayfield, St. Philip, retired Customs , officer of the Customs and Excise Department and faithful Member of the Thickets Wesleyan Holiness Church, Son of the Reverend Ernestine Knight of the Bible Missionary Church, Bayfield, St Philip and the late Hallan Knight, Nephew of Mrs. Elmo Sealy and Elrita Gaskin, Cousin of Dennies and Selwyn Clarke, Peggy Byer, Mona and Noel Watson, Frank Knight, Charlie Wedderburn, Clora, Yvonette, Roslyn, Alston, Ricardo, Selwyn, Yvonne and many others, Relative of the Clarke, Skeete, Stuart, Sealy and Wiltshire families, Friend of Gerald Mason, Kenrick Gooding, Eudesma Maynard, Marcelle Springer, Miss Shephard, Trevor Springer, Members of the Thicketts Wesleyan Holiness Church and many others.

The funeral of Leroy Chesterfield Knight leaves the Belmont Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St. Michael on Thursday, April 26th, 2018 at 1:45 p.m. for the St. Catherine’s Anglican Church, 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 choir are asked to attend.

Floral arrangements may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home not later than 1:15 p.m. on Thursday.

Viewing of the body will take place at the Belmont Funeral Home from 3:30 p.m. until 5:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

  • 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.