Estwick, Doris Hazelene
05 Oct
2018

Estwick, Doris Hazelene

Published in OBITUARIES A - E

Doris Hazelene Estwick, age 88, of Queens Street, Speightstown, St. Peter, Widow of the late Lorenzo Estwick, Mother of Marcia and Darwin Griffith, Grandmother of Kyle and Kewell Griffith, Sister of Kenneth Griffith and Dosie Mortimar - both of the U.K. and the late Myra Bird and Edward Scantlebury, Aunt of Donna Payne, Angela Thompson, Erica Boyce and Paul Griffith, Great-aunt of Natalie John and Douglas Payne, Cousin of Evadne Yearwood, Mother-in-law of Lana and Emerson Griffith, Relative of the Griffith, Scantlebury and Walker families.

The funeral of Doris Hazelene Estwick leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Wednesday, October 10th, 2018 at 1:15 p.m. for Speightstown Church of God, Queen Street, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:00 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to St. Peter’s Cemetery for the interment.

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 1:00 p.m. on Wednesday, October 10th, 2018.


Viewing of the body will take place at the church from 1:30 p.m. until the start of the service.


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