Parris, Sharles Shamar

Parris, Sharles Shamar
09 Aug

Sharles Shamar Parris, age 27, affectionately known as “Fishy”, of Price Road, St. George and formerly of Mill Yard Road, Brittons Hill, St. Michael, Employee of Caribbean Aircraft Handling, Grantley Adams International Airport, an Avid Football Enthusiast, Son of Michelle Parris and Charles Goddard, Stepson of Hoskyn Alleyne, Father of Abigail Parris, Grandson of Elma Parris and Eunice Carvalho, Brother of Shannon and Shem Parris, Akim and Travis Goddard, Nakita and Rohan Carter, Companion of Geetha Narine, Nephew of Bernard of Australia, Clestine, Glendine and Whitfield Goddard, Wavely Lawrence, Ricky Parris, Pat, Winston, Wendy and Maggie, Cousin of Alison, Stacey and Crystal Benedict, Maleeka, Trimaine and Jamal Ishmael, Rafiel Harding and Roseann Colucci, Relative of the Goddard’s family of Redland, St. George, the Harding, Lawrence, Parris, Moore and Maughn families of Barbados, U.S.A., Canada, U.K., Australia and England, Friend of Diana, Gayle, Vere, Cherise and Ashley and many others

A Service of Thanksgiving celebrating the life of Sharles Shamar Parris will take place on Saturday, August 05th, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. at Restoration Ministries International, Gunsite Road, Brittons Hill, St. Michael. The cortege will then proceed to Cassia Lawns, Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.

Flowers may be delivered to St. George’s Home for Funerals no later than 10:00 a.m. on Saturday.

Visitation takes place at St. George’s Home for Funerals, Carmichael House, Carmichael, St. George from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday.

Mourning colours are optional.

Funeral arrangements entrusted to: Syd Jones’ St. George’s Home for Funerals.

Online condolences may be posted to: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

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