Walker, Myrlene Ometa

Walker, Myrlene Ometa
20 Nov
2017

Myrlene Ometa Walker, age 71, of Marine Square, Goodland, St. Michael and formerly of 4th Avenue Richmond’s Gap, St. Michael, retired Seamstress and Machine Operator of Barbados Children’s Wear, Daughter of the late Muriel Hunte, Adopted Daughter of the late Louise Harding-Skinner, Widow of Lennie Walker Sr. of St. Vincent and the U.S.A., Mother of Anthony “Tattoo” Harte of Forte Kays Design and Construction, Judith Harte of G4S, Catherine Walker - Student of Career Development Institute, Lennie Jr. and Roberta Walker, Sophia Harte and the late Wendell Harte, Grandmother of Edmond Thomas, Ramona Walker of Sandy Crest, Andre Cumberbatch, Shakira Walker of KM2 Solutions, Akeem Harte, Danielle Carmichael of the U.K., Tierra Carmichael, Michael Mayers, Kenya Phillips and Tyra Layne, Great-grandmother of Khalil Walker, Kaylee Bancroft and twelve others, Relative of the Harte, Greaves and Walker families, Friend of Marcia Best, Angela Callender, Tony Douglin, Pedro Hall, Lyndell, the Husbands family and many others


The funeral of Myrlene Ometa Walker leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael on Wednesday, November 22nd, 2017 at 12:00 noon for the Emmanuel Baptist Church, President Kennedy Drive, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:30 p.m. for a service of thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

Floral tributes may be sent to Keith Jones Funeral Home no later than 11:30 a.m. on Wednesday.

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

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    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.