Small, Blondell Michelle

Small, Blondell Michelle
10 Jul
2018

Blondell Michelle Small, of 2nd Avenue Alleyne’s Land, Bush Hall, St. Michael and formerly of Josey Hill, St. Lucy, Daughter of Margo Griffith - former Employee of Sugar Hill Resort Villas and Nigel Small of the U.S.A., Sister of Haldean Griffith of the U.S.A., Yvette Griffith of Cost U Less, Ryan Griffith and Tracey Rochester of Britannia Ship Services Limited, Niece of Lennox and Ella Small, Eurene Kennedy and Denise Jemmott and George Griffith, Aunt of Rakim Griffith, Trashawnna and Ciara Rochester and Rashon Griffith, Cousin of Sherma Collymore, Jasper Griffith, Carl Griffith, Keron King and many others, Relative of the Springer, Cadogan, Greaves and Broomes families, Special Friend of Cheryl Sutton and many others.


The funeral of Blondell Michelle Small leaves L. R. Harris Funeral Home, Husbands, St. Lucy on Thursday, July 05th, 2018 at 2:15 p.m. for St. Clements Anglican Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the St. Clements Cemetery for the burial.

The Organist is asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to L. R. Harris Funeral Home no later than 2:00 p.m. on Thursday.

Mourning colours are optional

The body will repose in the Chapel Of L. R. Harris Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday.


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