Greaves, G.C.M, Edward Evelyn
28 Sep

Greaves, G.C.M, Edward Evelyn

Published in OBITUARIES F - J

Of 90 Caribbean Drive Heywoods Estates, St Peter. Former Deputy General Secretary of the Barbados Workers’ Union, Parliamentary Representative for St. Lucy and retired High Commissioner for Barbados to Canada.

Son of the late Elon and Ira Greaves.

Husband of Francilia.

Father of Stacey Greaves-Walcott and Laura-Lynn Greaves-Letellier.

Grandfather of Maya, Anya and Olivia Walcott.

Father-in-law of Adrian Walcott and Julien Letellier.

Brother of Norma Griffith, Dorothy Belgrave, Evadne and Christopher Rollock, Mavis Yearwood, Esther, Mildred, Oliver, Morgan, Maurice, David and Michael Greaves, and Dulcie Bowen the late  Gloria and Rensford Greaves.

Brother-in-law of Audrey Rollock, George Griffith, Marcia, Perlene, Marion, Patrene, Sandra Greaves, William, Michael, David and Kenneth Hunte, Monica Greaves and Nicole Quinlan and the late Shurland Bowen.

Uncle of Rawle, Charles, Francine, Victoria Greaves, Susanne and Wayne Griffith.

Cousin of David Bowen, the Bowen and Boyce families and many others.

The funeral service of Edward Evelyn Greaves, G.C.M will take place on Saturday, October 06th, 2018 at 10:00 a.m. at the St. Lucy’s Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to the St Clement’s Churchyard, St. Clement’s, St Lucy for the interment.

The organist and member of the choir are asked to attend.

Floral arrangements may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home no later than 7:30 a.m. on Saturday.

Tribute will commence at 9:00 a.m. 

The body of Edward Evelyn Greaves G.C.M leaves the Belmont Funeral Home at 1:45 p.m. for a viewing and memorial service at the St. Patrick’s Roman Catholic Cathedral, Jemmott’s Lane, St Michael at 3:00 p.m. on Friday October 05th, 2018. 

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