Kellman, Reginald DaCosta
10 Jan

Kellman, Reginald DaCosta

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Reginald DaCosta Kellman, age 83, of Kew Road, Tudor Bridge, St. Michael, former Bus Driver of the London Transport, Son of the late Millicent and Frank Kellman, Husband of Colleen Kellman, Father of Margaret, Junior, Rawle, Mark and Andrew, Brother of Horace, David, Gloria, Marcia, Rita and the late Frank Kellman, Uncle of Trevor, Paul, Rickey, Steven, Christopher, Janet, Yvette, Sonia, John, Leroy, Louis, Dianne, Andy, Joann and Debbie, Nephew of Pearl Medford and family, Grandfather of Alexander, Shari, Mai, Rianna, Shanika, Chanelle, Sabrena, Sian, Selina, Carl and Andrew, Great Grandfather of twelve, Father-in-law of Surekha and Alexander, Brother-in-law of Freddie and Ambrose, Friend of many

The funeral of Reginald DaCosta Kellman leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael on Thursday, December 28th, 2017 at 11:30 a.m. for Mount of Praise Wesleyan Holiness Church, Tudor Bridge, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for a Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

Floral tributes may be sent to Keith Jones Funeral Home no later than 11:00 a.m. on Thursday.

Visitation will take place in the Chapel of Keith Jones Funeral Home from 4:30 p.m. until 6:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

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

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