Sue, Avril Denise

Sue, Avril Denise
27 Feb

Avril Denise Sue, age 37, affectionately called “Big Sweets”, of Clevedale Road, Black Rock, St. Michael, former employee of KM2 Solutions, Daughter of Orville Wiltshire - retired Superintendent of the Royal Barbados Police Force and Brenda Sue - retired employee of Berger Paints Barbados Limited, Grand-daughter of the late Lucille Noreen Weekes née Sue, J.P., Sister of Ryan and Orville Wiltshire Jnr., Niece of Judy Catlyn and Victor Wiltshire, Aunt of Jaden Wiltshire and Cody Conliffe, Cousin of Karen Sue, Roslyn, Nicole, Terry and Dave Husbands and many others, Relative of the Sue, Wiltshire, Moore, Aimey and Alleyne families, Friend of Melisia Worrell of the U.S.A., Jamilia Alleyne and many others..

A service of thanksgiving for the life of Avril Denise Sue will take place on Thursday March 02nd, 2017 at 3:30 p.m., at St. Stephen’s Church, Black Rock, St. Michael where relatives and friends are asked to meet, followed immediately by the interment in the Churchyard.

The Organist and members of the Church Choir are asked to attend.

The body will repose for viewing on Thursday from 2:30 p.m. until the start of the service during which time floral tributes will be gratefully accepted.

Monetary donations toward the St. Stephen’s Church Stained Glass Window Fund will be appreciated.

Mourning colours are optional.

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

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightening they Do not go gentle into that good night.   Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.   Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.