Stanford-Rudder, Erma Vashti

Stanford-Rudder, Erma Vashti
30 Apr
2018

Erma Vashti Stanford-Rudder, age 84, of Mount Brevitor, St. Peter, Retired Labourer of Mount Brevitor Plantation, Mother of Patricia Stanford-Gilkes, Cheryl Stuart of Foster’s House, Joanne Proverbs of R J’s Deli, Grandmother of Kevin Stuart of Transport Board, Staceyann Stanford-Phillips of the Cabinet , office, Terrianne Seales of Cheffette, Speightstown, Lamar Seales and Shamal Proverbs – both of Trimart, Mile and A Quarter, Shasa Stanford of Forensic Sciences Centre, Chad Gilkes of Essco and Kirk Stanford, Great Grandmother of Devin Ramsay and seven others, Cousin of Tyronne and Kirby Boyce of the U.S.A. and many others, Aunt of Janice Rock, Diana Sampson, Debra Worrell, Colleen Scantlebury, Roger and Donovan Waterman, Patrick, Anne and Sherwood Boyce, Mother-In-Law of Wayne Gilkes and Anthony Proverbs, Relative of the Stanford, Scantlebury, Waterman, Kellman and Catlyn Families, Friend of Carson and Patricia Skeete, the Staff of Trimart Mile-and-A- Quarter and Many Others.

The funeral of Erma Vashti Stanford-Rudder leaves the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home, Stadium Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael on Saturday 05th May 2018 at 7:45 a.m. for the All Saints Anglican Church, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 9:30 a.m. for A Home Going Service and the Interment.

Floral arrangements can be sent to the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home no later than 6:00 p.m. on Friday 4th May and no later than 7:30 a.m. on Saturday.

Viewing of Erma Vashti Stanford-Rudder will take place in the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday 4th May.

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