Marshall, Engritta

Marshall, Engritta
09 Aug
2018

Engritta Marshall, of 395 Emerald Park West, St. Philip and formerly of College Land, St. John, Teacher of Belmont Primary School, Wife of Tyrone Marshall - Principal of Gordon Walters Primary, Mother of Peta and Andi Rowe-Forde, Daughter of Wendy Rowe and Llewellyn Arthur, Grandmother of Ava-Renée Rowe-Forde, Sister of Gail, Paul, Sylvester and Fabian Rowe, Amanda Brewster and Cyrlene Collymore, Aunt of Dwayne Rowe, Sade Dawson, Tyneisha and Jada Rowe, Jamal Turney-Rowe and Jadan Rowe, Niece of Beverley Arthur, Harriet Harding, Peter Rowe, Zelda Arthur, Monica, Euline and Sandra Rowe and many others, Sister-in-law of Mabel Cummins, Cheryl and Cecelia Rowe, Mother-in-law of Jason Pile, Cousin of Alison Rowe, Dawn Rowe-Roberts, Jackie, Judy and many others, Relative of the Rowe, Arthur, Marshall and Smith families, Friend of Debra Alleyne, Alma Haynes, Fitzroy Anthony, Trevor Kirton and many others.


The funeral of Engritta Marshall leaves the Belmont Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St. Michael on Thursday, July 26th, 2018 at 12:45 p.m. for The People’s Baptist Church, Oldbury Rock Hall, St. Philip where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to Holy Cross Church Yard for the interment.

Floral arrangements may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home no later than 12:15 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 25th July, 2018.

Mourning colours are optional.


A donation towards the Cancer Support Services will be collected at the service.

Transportation will be available at 1:15 p.m. from Massiah Street, Society, Sargeant Street, College and Sealy Hall, St. John and back.

  • 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.