St. Hill, Roslyn Veronica
24 Nov

St. Hill, Roslyn Veronica

Published in OBITUARIES P - T

Roslyn Veronica St. Hill, age 63, affectionately known as “Mama Crispy”, of Dash Valley, St. George, former Proprietor of Roslyn’s Corner Shop and dedicated Member of the Musical Extravaganza Shop Limes family, Mother of Judith, Rodney and Alison, Ryan and Carlos St. Hill, Grandmother of Tremaine St. Hill, Reniko Payne, Rashiee McCollin, Rajani Skeete, Carissa Trotman and many others, Sister of Brenda Harewood, Margaret, Colleen and Deborah St. Hill, Layton and Gwen Ifill, Anthony, Bernard, Beverley, Cheryl and Desmond Knight, Esther Barrow and Mavis King, Aunt of Susan St. Hill and many others, Friend of Shirley Small and many others

The funeral of Roslyn Veronica St. Hill leaves St. Hill and Sons Funeral Home, Bush Hall Main Road, St. Michael on Thursday, November 23rd, 2017 at 1:45 p.m. for the St. George Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the thanksgiving service, followed by the interment in the churchyard.

The Organist and members of the church choir are asked to attend.

Floral arrangements may be sent to St. Hill and Sons Funeral Home no later than 1:30 p.m. on Thursday.

Mourning colours are optional.

Viewing of the body takes place in the Chapel of St. Hill and Sons Funeral Home from 6:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m. on Wednesday.

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