Richards, Octavia Loretta

Richards, Octavia Loretta
13 Feb
2017

Octavia Loretta Richards, age 91, affectionately known as “Moths”, of #31, 1st Avenue, Sion Hill Terrace and formerly of Spring Head, St. James, Daughter of the late Frederick and Amanda Blackman, Wife of the late Selvin Richards, Mother of Barry and Noverton Gibson, Adrian Richards - Employee of the Coleridge and Parry Secondary School, Alicia Richards, Olivia Richards-Lammy, RoseAnn Richards - Attorney-at-Law and the late Nelcia Boyce, Grandmother of Pamela Waithe of the U.S.A., Llewellyn Gibson of Canada, Ottis Gibson - present Bowling Coach of England, Roger Gibson, Michael Boyce, Sandra Lynch , Halcyon Lammy-Cumberbatch, Jamal Lammy, Alex Best, P.C. 1578 Rommel Richards of the Royal Barbados Police Force, Margo Archer-Holder and Ricardo Adams, Great-grandmother of sixteen, Great-great-grandmother of five, Cousin of Courtnay Medford and Hyacinth St. John-Agbadamashie, Sister-in-law of Erlis Jemmott, Mother-in-law of Burton Boyce, Shirley Richards, Beryl Gibson and Andrew Lammy, Relative of Levere Richards, the Jemmott, Blackman and Adams families, Friend of Reverend Charles Morris, Jack Husbands of Tortola, Dr. Lynda Williams, Dr. Harley Moseley III, Dr. Ian Lewis, Dr. Roger Thomas and many others.

 

The funeral of Octavia Loretta Richards leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Saturday, February 18th, 2017 at 12:00 noon for St. Silas Anglican Church, Waterhall, St. James, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to St. James Cemetery for the interment.

 

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

 

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home no later than 11:45 a.m. on Saturday.

 

The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel of St. John Funeral Home from 1:00 p.m. until 3:00 p.m. on Friday.

  • 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.