Worrell, Wendy Patricia

Worrell, Wendy Patricia
11 Jul
2018

Wendy Patricia Worrell, age 63, of Roebuck, St. Peter, Daughter of the late Joseph Blackett and Evelyn Worrell, Companion of Sam Richard, Mother of Kerry Worrell, Grandmother of three, Sister of Violet Forde, Nola Boyce, Wendell, Marlene, Charles, Joseph, Victor, Lloyd and Heather “Pauline” Worrell and the late Vincent Worrell, Niece of Elsie Nurse, Aunt of Kelly Forde, Althea, Renee and Jan Worrell, Monica King and many others, Cousin of Colvin and Victor Bishop, Gloria Sealy and many others, Mother-in-law of Shemise Worrell, Relative of the Blackett and Worrell and families, Friend of many.


The funeral of Wendy Patricia Worrell leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Saturday, July 14th, 2018 at 7:30 a.m. for All Saints Anglican Church, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 9:30 a.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving, followed by the interment in the churchyard.

The Organist and members of the church choir are asked to attend.


Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 7:15 a.m. on Saturday.


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