Puckerin, Livingstone Kenneth

Puckerin, Livingstone Kenneth
28 Sep

Of Manderly Gardens, St Philip and formerly of Rose Gate, St John.

former Employee of Clarke, Gittens and Farmer Attorneys-at-law, Leroy Lynch Attorney-at-law, Spartan Cricket Captain, Barbados Cricketer and Manager of the Barbados Under 19 Cricket Team. Son of Elaine Spooner and the late Charles Livingstone Spooner.

Grandson of the late James and Edith Puckerin.

Brother of Phillip Spooner - Media Manager of the West Indies Cricket Team, Rodney Spooner, Juliette Spooner Thomas of the U.S.A. and Yvonne Crichlow.

Nephew of Coral and Gloria Murrell, Noel Puckerin of the U.S.A. and Douglas Murrell of the U.K., Cousin of Pauline Vaughn, Brenda and Roslyn Murrell, Kemar Vaughn, Nian Murrell, Paula and Dionne of the U.S.A., Balita Holder, Gloria Bryan, Leroy and Elsie Puckerin, Douglas Puckerin, Doreen Brathwaite and Jerome Gittens, Ione Brewster, Clinton Murrell, Peggy Corbin and many others.

Uncle of Nikita Belgrave.

Brother-in-law of Clifton Thomas of the U.S.A.

God-son of Martin Brandford.

Relative of the Spooner, Puckerin & Belgrave families.

Friend of Sheridan Broome and families, Rowehan Walcott, Curtis Maloney, Barnley Callender, Pastor Sylvan Payne, June Crichlow and many others.

The funeral of Livingston Kenneth Puckerin leaves the Belmont Funeral Home on Friday, October 05th, 2018 at 1:45 p.m. for the St. John’s Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the St. John’s Parish Church Cemetery for the interment.

The organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home no later than 1:15 p.m. on Friday.

Viewing of the body will take place at the Belmont Funeral Home from 3:30 p.m. until 5:30 p.m. on Thursday.

Tributes will commence at 2:45 p.m.

  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.