King, Erica Nita
10 Jan

King, Erica Nita

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Erica Nita King nee Forde, age 73, better known as “Erie”, of Kingstreet, St. Simons, St. Andrew, retired Government School Meals Worker, Daughter of the late Mondelle Forde-Jones and Arthur Douglin, Wife of Nathaniel King - retired Postal Inspector, Mother of John, Martin and Winston Forde of the U.S.A., Brian and Pamela King Eucharist Minister of St. Simon’s and St. Saviours, St. Andrew, John Maynard and the late Lester Forde, Grandmother of Kameisha, Keyla, Kathlyn, Nicholas and Javed, Great-Grandmother of one, Sister of Myrna, Scott, Cassandra Grimes Public Health Nurse of the St. Philip Polyclinic, Station Sargeant Nicole Forde of The Royal Barbados Police Force, Elvis Forde former Barbados Olympian, Patrick and Shentone Forde, the late Merville Jackie Forde and four others, Aunt of Antonio Yarde, Christon Sobers, Charmaine, Tonya, Raymond, Ryan, Jason, Chante, Kevin and Randy Forde, Sister-In-Law of Henderson Scott and Beverley Forde, Niece of Kathlene Shepherd and many others, Relative of the Forde, Watson, Douglin, King and Walkes families, Friend of Sylvia Lowe, Audrey Williams, Andrew Taylor, Alton Springer, Victor Grimes, Hugh Archer, Mrs. Nesfield, Ms. Marshall, Mrs. Crawford, Laron Sobers, Beryl Springer, Francois Yarde and many others.

The funeral of Erica Nita King nee Forde leaves L. R. Harris Funeral Home, Husbands, St. Lucy on Wednesday, December 27th, 2017 at 12:00 noon for St. Savior’s Anglican Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to St. Simon’s ChurchYard for the burial.

The Organist is asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to L. R. Harris Funeral Home no later than 11:45 a.m. on Wednesday.

Tributes begin at 1:30 p.m. until the start of the service.

The body will repose in the chapel of L. R. Harris Funeral Home from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

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