Parris, Sandra Doreen

Parris, Sandra Doreen
27 Apr
2018

Sandra Doreen Parris, age 49, of Grandview Heights, Shop Hill, St. Thomas, Daughter of Eric Parris and the late Carmen Violet Parris, Loving mother of Cherise, Darian and Deonte’ Parris, Guardian of Danico Cumberbatch, Sister of Richard Parris, Niece of Frederick and James Maynard, Haldene and Ethelbert Goodridge, Cousin of Charmaine Maynard, Susan , Oran, Nicholas and Phylicia Goodridge, Relative of Clarine Parris and family, Alvin Maynard and family, Special friend of Cyralene Greenidge, Gregory and Sonia Alleyne


The funeral of Sonia Doreen Parris leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael on Friday 04th May 2018 at 1:30 p.m. for Sharon Moravian Church, Sharon, St. Thomas where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:00 p.m. for a service of thanksgiving, followed by the interment in the churchyard.

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

Floral tributes may be sent to Keith Jones Funeral Home no later than 1:00 p.m. on Friday.

Visitation will take place in the Chapel of Keith Jones Funeral Home from 4:30 p.m. until 6:30 p.m. on Thursday.

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