Parris, Arnold St. Aubyn

Parris, Arnold St. Aubyn
19 Jan
2018

Arnold St. Aubyn Parris, age 89, of #118 Eden Lodge, St. Michael - former employee of the Barbados Reddifusion Services Limited and Belmont Funeral Home, Widower of Winifred Parris, Father of Eulene and Sylvia Parris and Jasmay Stevenson of the U.S.A., Orlando Parris of McEnearney Quality Incorporated, Marion Moore, Denise Agard, Patsy Broome, Roger and Steve Blackman and Marcia Boyce, Grandfather of Sherry-Ann Stevenson, Rommell, Terrence, Justin and Felicia Parris all of the U.S.A., Andrew, Adrian and Andre Moore, Devon Parris, Jannelle Holder, Sariah and Saran Blackman, Great-Grandfather of Akeem, Tessalie and Nathaniel Moore, Mariah, Landon and Hayley Parris, Brother of Winston Davis, Velda Davis, Cora and Norma Haynes, Cousin of Henderson and Keith Ifill and many others, Brother-in-law of Beulah Chapman, Father-in-law of Tyrone Moore, Judith Parris, Theodore Broome and Sherry-Anne Blackman, Relative of the Sargeant families, Dear-Friend of Valesta Stevenson, Leroy Williams, Ivy Elcock and the Phillips and Cumberbatch families


The funeral of Arnold St. Aubyn Parris leaves the Belmont Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St Michael on Wednesday, 17th January, 2018 at 12:30 p.m. for the Christ The King, Rock Dundo, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the service. The funeral will then proceed to Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

The organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.

Floral arrangements may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home no later than 12:00
noon on Wednesday.


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

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