Alleyne, Elaine Delcina

Alleyne, Elaine Delcina
09 Aug
2018

Elaine Delcina Alleyne, age 72, of #11 Hill Drive, Apple Hall, St. Philip, former employee of Super Center Limited, Bridge Street and Basix Supermarkets, Wife of Richard Alleyne - Custom Broker, Beloved Mother of Audie Edey, Sean Alleyne and Tracey Alleyne of Massy Pharmacy, Grandmother of Rudy and Annosia Holder, Kodie Griffith, Shakira Springer, Theo Payne, Zaria Rosemond, Shonte and Tamia Alleyne, Sister of Janice Clement, Celestine Giles, Avaline Henry and Eulene Robinson, Aunt of Chantal Giles, Natasha Harper, Dwayne and Patrice Henry, Niece of Mary Forde, Cousin of Cynthia Sampson, Peter and Neville Giles, Monica, Cheryl, Judy and Perry Forde, Sister-in-Law of Marlene Larrier, Stafford, Glenville and Violet Browne, Patrick Robinson, Michael Henry and Edwin Clement, Friend of John Goddard, Marcel Forde, Selvis Sealy, Shirley Coppin and many others.

The funeral of Elaine Delcina Alleyne leaves the C.H. Best Funeral Home, St. Martin, St. Philip on Tuesday, July 24th, 2018 for the Church of The Holy Trinity, Ruby, St. Philip where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m., for a Service of Thanksgiving and Praise, followed by the interment in the Church Yard.

The Organist and Members of the choir are asked to attend.

Floral tributes may be sent to C. H. Best Funeral Home no later than 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

Viewing will take place in the Chapel of the C.H. Best Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday, July 23rd, 2018.

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  • Stop all the clocks
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.