Watson, Joslyn

Watson, Joslyn
10 Jul
2018

Joslyn Watson, age 64, of Pile Bay, Spring Garden and formerly of 3rd Avenue Park Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael , Employee of Bush Bar, Reputed Wife of Anthony ‘Jack’ Gaskin, Loving Mother of Shawn Alleyne, Ricky and Mark Watson, Grandmother of Shakira Alleyne, Raheem, Omar, Shanice, Kadeem and Aniya Rodney, Keisha, Kobe and Brittany Watson, Great-Grandmother of Layla Oughterson, Janiya Alleyne, Kamiya Ward and Shonika Bourne, Mother-in-law of Carol Watson, Peggy Alleyne and Joy Sue, Relative of the Alleyne, Morris, Watson and Gaskin family, Special friend of Undene Hinds, Lloyd Watson, Hyacinth Turpin, Shanell Alleyne, Michelle Moore, Orma Franklyn, Theresa Sealy, Ridley Greene, Blues, Gregory Gaskin, Jean Gibson, Judy Haynes, Oliver Bryant, Odette Rodney, Ricardo Kelly, Sylvan Watson, Ricardo Boxill, Anthony Christian and the entire Bush Bar family

The funeral of Joslyn Watson leaves St. Hill and Sons Funeral Home, Bush Hall Main Road, St. Michael on Thursday, July 05th, 2018 at 12:30 p.m. for the Abundant Life Assembly, Bank Hall, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the thanksgiving service. The cortege will then proceed to Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the burial.

Floral arrangements may be sent to St. Hill and Sons Funeral Home no later than 12:15 p.m. on Thursday.


The body will repose for viewing at the Chapel of St. Hill and Sons Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday.

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