Campbell, Ucille

Campbell, Ucille
10 Oct
2018

Ucille Campbell nee Lamothe, age 67,of Knights Road Brittons Hill, St. Michael, Daughter of Julien Isaac of Dominica, Mother of Burleigh Oscar Bruno - Marine Pilot at D.A.S.P.A., Grandmother of Oniscia and Sapphire Bruno, Mother-in-Law of Fabrina Thomas-Bruno, Sister of Sampson, Romile, Shem and Cornelius Isaac Marcel and Ivon Panthier, Alicia, Ruth, Delisha and Daphney Isaac, Leoncie, Lucina, Rachael Gordon and Catherine St. Rose, Aunt of Kishma John and many others, Friend of Elden Moises and Family, Sheila Cole and family, Mavis Ford, Victor Jones, Shelly Benn, Cynthia Clark and family, David and Felicia Lewis and family, Miss Holmes, Gwendolyn Roberts and many others


The funeral of Ucille Campbell nee Lamothe leaves L.E. Smith Funeral Home, St. Michael’s Row on Friday, October 12th, 2018 at 12:00 noon for the People’s Cathedral, Bishop’s Court Hill, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:30 p.m. for a Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens for the interment.

Floral tributes may be sent to L.E. Smith Funeral Home, St. Michael’s Row no later than 11:30 a.m. on Friday, October 12th, 2018.


Viewing takes place at L.E. Smith Funeral Home from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Thursday, October 11th, 2018.

  • 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.