Smith, Sybil Ione

Smith, Sybil Ione
09 Oct
2018

Sybil Ione Smith nee Browne, age 92, of Browne’s Gap, Arthur Seat, St. Thomas and formerly of Workman’s St. George, Member of the Church of the Ressurection, Daughter of the late Doris Browne and Kenneth Cox of Middleton St. George, Wife of the late George Courtney Smith, Mother of Keith and Jessie Browne - Retired Technicians of the Ministry of Transport and Works, Frauline Headley, Linda Browne, David Smith of Massy Barbados and Elvis Smith of Barbados Port Incorporated, Step Mother of Dennis Eversley of the U.S.A. and Dave Dyall, Grandmother of Sophia Browne and Debora Worrell-Simpson of the U.S.A., Marion Browne, Mandy Browne of Hanschell Inniss Limited, Ryan Browne of Browne’s Auto Zone, Daminzara Carter of Massy Distribution, Ramona Smith of Brazil and ten others, Great-grandmother of eighteen, Great-great-grandmother of four, Sister of Gregory Mathuim of View Fort, St. Lucia, Mother-in-law of Athelston Headley, Dionne Jordan-Smith and Alexis Anne Browne of Georgetown, Guyana, Sister-in-law of Coral Elcock and Hazel Thomas, Relative of the Browne, Cox and Cain families of Middleton, Workmans and Newbury St. George, Friend of the Reverend and Members of the Church of the Ressurection.


The funeral of Sybil Ione Smith nee Browne leaves Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home, 102 Cane Garden, St. Thomas on Thursday October 11th, 2018, at 8:00 a.m. for the St. George Parish Church where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 9:30 a.m. for the service, followed by the burial.


The organist and Members of the Church Choir are asked to attend.


Flowers may be sent to Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home no later than 7:30 a.m. on Thursday.


Viewing of the body takes place in the chapel of Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home from 12:00 noon until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday 10th October, 2018.

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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