Payne, Sister Rosalie Agusta

Payne, Sister Rosalie Agusta
27 Oct
2017

Sister Rosalie Agusta Payne, age 86, affectionately known as “Rita” or “Ma Payne”, of Jordan’s Land, St. George, faithful Member of Elim Gospel Assembly, Workman’s, St. George, Wife of the late Godfrey Doyle Payne, Mother of Anita Payne - Employee of the Schools Meals Department, Country Road, Frederick “Jeff” Payne -Contractor and Pamela Cazeau née Payne – Employee of Mass General Hospital, Adopted Mother of Steven Walcott, Grandmother of Orlando and Noris Payne, Kelianne Burrowes, Raymond Thompson and Janelle Sealy, Great-Grandmother of Tyrell, Tyrese and Tyran Payne and Siearra Burrowes, Sister of Earl Sammuel and Ianthe Gittens, Aunt of many, Mother-in-law of Djems Cazeau of the U.S.A., Sister-in-law of Ralph Miller, Relative of the Gittens, Payne, Thomas, Farley, Kellman, Harewood and Lovell families, Close friend of Reverend Ricardo Payne, Margaret Als, Barbara Harewood, Elise Mayers, Lotlene Forde, Janet and Courtney Daniel, Dr. Michael Cumberbatch, Keith Hoyte, Dr. John Clarke and Dr. Don-Eyre Beckles 



A service of Worship, Praise and Thanksgiving celebrating the life and work of Sister Rosalie Agusta Payne will take place on Saturday, September 09th, 2017 at 10:00 a.m. at the Elim Gospel Assembly, Workmans, St. George, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to the Chapel Lawns, Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.

Her body will repose for viewing Saturday from 9:00 am until the start of the service, no floral tributes by special request, however monetary donations toward the Church’s Building Fund will be appreciated.

Final Arrangements Are In The Care And Trust Of Jo-Anne Jones Funeral Services And Pre-Arrangement Centre Ltd., “Clovelly”, Welches, Christ Church.

  • 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.