Adamson-Rowe, Cecilia

Adamson-Rowe, Cecilia
25 Sep
2018

Age 55, of Venture # 3, St. John.

Beloved Daughter of Cynthia Adamson and the late Errol Adamson.

Wife of Paul Rowe.

Mother of Tamisha and Chakeda Adamson.

Grandmother of J’taysha Quinton and Nylah Adamson.

Sister of Judy Adamson-Husband of the U.K., Shirley Adamson of COT Printery, Norman Adamson and Cheryl Adamson-Grant of the U.S.A.

Aunt of Nicole Bryan of the U.K., Tyrell Adamson-Nicholls of the U.S.A., Dionne Adamson of the St. Margaret’s Primary School, Cynthia Dickens, Tia Grant of the U.S.A. and Andrea Scott.

Great-Aunt of Asia Bryan of the U.K. and Xamora Adamson-Bascombe.

Niece of Evril Warner, Anthia Welch, June Trotman and twelve others.

Daughter-in-law of Wendy Rowe and Clayton Collymore.

Sister-in-law of Ronald Grant of the U.S.A., Olvis Husband of the U.K. and four others.

Cousin of Leslie Clarke and Lawrence Adamson.

Relative of the Adamson, Thorne, Warner, Welch, Clarke and Ward families.

Friend of Cathy Atherley, Patsy Branch, Juliet Brathwaite and many others.

Following repatriation the funeral of Cecilia Adamson-Rowe leaves Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home Top Rock, Christ Church on Saturday, September 29th, 2018 at 8:15 a.m. for the Mount Tabor Moravian Church, Mount Tabor, St. John, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for a Thanksgiving Service, followed by the interment in the churchyard.

Floral tributes may be delivered to Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home no later than 6:00 p.m. on Friday, September 28th, 2018 or 7:30 a.m. on Saturday, September 29th, 2018.

In Cecilia’s memory preferred colours to be worn are pink and white.

No mourning colours by special request.

Visitation takes place at the Chapel of Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday, September 28th, 2018.

To express condolences visit www.clydebjonesfuneralhome.com

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