Packer, Shyon Natasha

Packer, Shyon Natasha
27 Oct

Shyon Natasha Packer Nee Seales, age 42, of Hinds Hill, St. Michael and formerly of Prospect Main Road, St. James, Devoted member of Kingdom Culture International Church and formerly of Black Rock Seventh Day Adventist, Wife of Leo Packer of TMR Sales and Services, Daughter of Randolph and Yvonne Seales, Mother of Dashawn of Frederick Smith School, Elijah of Lester Vaughn School, Joshua and Jonathan of Lite Primary, Sister of Sharron Seales, Shondelle Seales-Hinds, Simone Seales-Holder and Shawn Seales, Niece of William of the U.S.A., Arnold, Neville Jr., Herbert and Alfred Jones, Yvette Jones- Collins and Neithel Hackett, Aunt of Leyron Graham, Shawn Jr. and Riley Seales, Zion Moore and Zachary Holder, Cousin of Sharmain Codrington, Lena Nurse, Julia Seales-Holder, Kevon Jones, Olga Statia and many others, Daughter-in-law of Janet and Aubrey Blackett, Sister-in-law of Jason and Mario Blackett, Cederick Hinds and Roderick Holder, Relative of Bridget, Lucia and Monica Jones, Margaret and Roslyn, the Jones and Seales families and many others, Friend of many.

The funeral of Shyon Natasha Packer Nee Seales takes place on Monday, September, 11th, 2017 at Black Rock Seventh Day Adventist Church, Ellersie Gap, Black Rock, St. Michael, 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 burial.

Flowers may be delivered to Two Sons Funeral Home not later than 11:45 a.m. on Monday.

Viewing of the body takes place at the church from 12:30 p.m. until start of the service.

Tributes will commence at 1:15 p.m.

Condolences may be sent to This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. or posted at KMJ Transport and Funeral Services on Facebook.

Funeral services entrusted to KMJ Transport and Funeral Services, Bridge Gap, Goodland, St. Michael.

  • 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.