Walrond, Julia Dawn

Walrond, Julia Dawn
12 Dec

Julia Dawn Walrond née Smith, affectionately known as “Betty”, of French Vill, , age, St. Peter, and formerly of Sargeant Street, St. John, Beloved-Wife of Winston Walrond, Sister of Ralph, Douglas and Cecile Beckles, Alwyn, Gay and Wayne Smith, Rudolph Haynes, Peter and Wendy Rowe, Aunt of Derek and Ricardo Smith, Suzette and Fabian Beckles, Yvette Mayers, Karen Trotman, Gail Rowe, Bradley Richards, Michelle Alleyne, Ruthley Williams and many others, Step-Mother of Winston Walrond Jr., Great-Aunt of many, Sister-in-law of Rosemary Smith, Relative of the Smith, Beckles, Alleyne, Codrington, Greenidge, Carter, Forde, Newton, Barker, Sargeant, Franklyn and Wason families, Friend of Shyrel Layne, Julie Vaughn, Pat Belgrave, Evelyn Scantlebury, the Priest and members of the All Saints Anglican Church family.

The funeral of Julia Dawn Walrond née Smith leaves Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, Eagle Hall, St. Michael on Friday, December 08th, 2017 at 1:15 p.m. for Holy Cross Anglican Church, Society, St. John, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:00 p.m. for the service, followed by the interment in the Holy Cross Cemetery.

The Organist and members of the Church Choir are kindly asked to attend.

Wreaths may be sent to the Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, December 08, 2017 no later than 12:00 noon on Friday.

Relatives and friends may pay their last respects at All Saints Anglican Church, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter from 3:00 p.m. until 6:30 p.m. on Thursday, December 07, 2017.

Condolences may be sent to: www.downesandwilson.com

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