Agard, Douglas Walter
09 Aug

Agard, Douglas Walter

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Douglas Walter Agard, age 88, of McClean’s Gap, Brittons Hill, St Michael, retired Senior Superintendent of the Royal Barbados Police Force, Beloved husband of Catherine Agard,Devoted father of Bradley and Roland Drakes of ShopSmart, Janice Drakes, June and Peggy Agard, Jacqueline Agard-Spencer and the late Jennifer Agard, Treasured grand-father of Omari Drakes of Clarke, Gittens and Farmer, Dr. Asha Drakes, Vania Patrick-Drakes, Zahra, Jared and Aren Spencer and Bradley Drakes Jr. of the U.S.A., Brother of the late Ashton Agard, Leslie Agard and Daphne Elcock, Uncle of Colin Brathwaite, the Agard family - formerly of Bank Hall and the late Grace Agard-Harewood, Cousin of Robin Weekes of the U.S.A., Pam Alleyne, Michael Agard and many others, Father-in-law of Grace Drakes, Rupert Spencer and Allison Drakes, Brother-in-law of Michael Kirton and Lucille Drakes of Toronto, Friend of Winfield Cummins, Ricardo Blackman, Irvine Springer of St. Andrew, Rev. Mark Harewood, Winston Griffin of the U.S.A., Ken Williams of Canada, the Riley family of St. John, Dr. Mia Robinson and many others.

The funeral of Douglas Walter Agard leaves Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, Eagle Hall, St. Michael on Thursday, July 26th, 2018 at 11:00 a.m. for the Chapel of Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for the service, followed by the cremation.

Full Military honours will be accorded.

No flowers by special request.

Relatives and friends may pay their last respects at Downes and Wilson Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday, July 25th, 2018.

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