Austin, Cameron Cecil

Austin, Cameron Cecil
27 Feb
2017

Cameron Cecil Austin, age 80, better known as “Cammie”, of the Oasis Retreat Nursing Home and formerly of 33 Pleasant View, Cave Hill, St. Michael, Land Surveyor and Land Development Consultant, member of the Barbados Land Surveyor Association, and member and past Master of Lodge Scotia #340, Husband of Jean Austin, retired employee of Barclays Bank PLC., Son of the late Cecil and Marion Austin, Brother of Maria Waithe, Eudine Harewood, Barbara Best, Jeffrey Austin, Gloria Sealy and Dr. Gregory Austin, Uncle of Stephen, Shane and Derek Austin, Lynn Thorne, Adrian Waithe, Dr. Dionne Harewood, Kevin Harewood, Roger Best, Richard Best Esq., Dr. Robyn Cadet, Dara Sealy, Gregory Austin II, Nicole Braithwaite, Cheryl and Sharon Brewster.


The funeral Cameron Cecil Austin leaves Lyndhurst Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael, on Thursday, February 23, 2017, for the 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.

Flowers may be sent to Lyndhurst Funeral Home no later than 12:00 noon on Thursday.

The body of Cameron Cecil Austin will repose in the Colin Parkinson Memorial Chapel, Lyndhurst Funeral Home, from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday.


Condolences may be sent to www.lyndhurstfuneralhome.com

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