Padmore, Geoffrey Ashmore

Padmore, Geoffrey Ashmore
30 Apr
2018

Geoffrey Ashmore Padmore, age 71, affectionately known as “Sam”, of Edgecumbe Tenantry, St. Philip, formerly of Brereton Village, St. Philip, Retired employee of Edgecumbe Plantation, Son of the late Fitz Herbert Blackman and Urie Naomi Blackman, Father of Rosalie Bignall, Sharon Griffith, Juliette and Geoffrey Best and Rommel Weir, Adoptive Father of Stephen and Kenville Best and Rosanne Griffith, Grandfather of Kyle and Kayleah Best, Daniel, Abigale, Mishael and Anna-Lee Bignall, Dominique Roach and Keeday Thompson, Adoptive Grandfather of Davida Layne, Leesann, Raquel and Naje Griffith, Great Grandfather of Ky- Mani Innis, Akelio Roach, Davonte and Donte Layne and Jadazia Jones, Brother of Icilma Padmore, Ardon, Willie, Leon, Dianna and Berkley Blackman, Gordon Vaughn- Eric, Tika Lashley, Undine Prescod, Moreen Alleyne and Aileen Chase, Uncle of Kerwin Perry, Andre Blackman, Dwayne, Linda, Brent Padmore and many others, Relative of the Padmore, Blackman, Perry and Burton families, Close Friend of Hazel Best, Portia Daniel and the late Carolyn Chase and many others.

The funeral of Geoffrey Ashmore Padmore leaves Anderson Funeral Home, Lower Barbarees Hill, St. Michael on Wednesday, 2nd May 2018 at 12:00 p.m. for the Chapel of Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, the Ridge, Christ Church where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the service and interment.

Floral arrangements may be sent to Anderson Funeral Home no later than 11:30 a.m. on Wednesday.

Viewing will be held in the chapel of Anderson Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday 1st May 2018 and at the Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens Chapel from 1:00 p.m. until the start of the service on Wednesday.

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