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.

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