Alexander, Lera Keturia
04 Sep

Alexander, Lera Keturia

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Lera Keturia Alexander, age 45, of Well Gap, St. Michael, Vendor and Assistant Treasurer of Barven, Wife of Alister Alexander-President of Barven, Daughter of Henrietta Mathurin, Daughter in-law of the late Joseph and Evelyn Alexander, Mother of David Alexander, Step-Daughter of Donald “Toy” Luren, Sister of Dedrie of Bryden Stokes, Ron Mathurin, Lucilla and Vanissa of St. Lucia and the late David, Aunt of Chad Allenyne of the St. Leonard’s Secondary School, Keyonte of the Ellerslie Secondary School and many others, Sister in-law of Sybil Collymore, Monica Mitchel, Josephine Alexander, Sabina Walcott - Denny -Commissioner of Inland Revenue, Curtis Alexander -Owner of Start De Town, Tony and Winton Alexander and the Thomas family, Relative of the Paul and Mathurin family of St. Lucia and The Virgin Island, Special friend of Janet Albert and many others.

The funeral of Lera Keturia Alexander leaves Anderson Funeral Home, Lower Barbarees Hill, St. Michael on Wednesday, August 08th, 2018 at 11:00 a.m. for the Abundant Life Assembly, Bank Hall, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 12:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the Cassia Lawns, Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.

Floral arrangements may be sent to Anderson Funeral Home no later than 10:45 a.m. on Wednesday.

Viewing will take place in the chapel of Anderson Funeral Home from 3:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday, 07th August, 2018 and at the church from 11:30 a.m. until the start of the service.

Vendors are asked to wear their aprons by special request.

Condolences may be sent to This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

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