Seale, Delano Dequon
15 Mar
2019

Seale, Delano Dequon

Published in OBITUARIES P - T

Age 19, of Alkins land, Eagle Hall, St. Michael. Steward of The Barbados Hilton Hotel and former student of St. Leonard’s Boys and Westbury Primary Schools.

Treasured son of Stacey Seale and Sherman Green.

Loving brother of Savio Seale, Thiago Seale-Bryan and Xavi Hobbs.

Beloved grandson of Eileen Seale, Sarah Green, Cuthbert Grogan and Stanley Kirton. Well-loved nephew of Boris Seale of the U.S.A., Edwin Seale of Australia, Idalia McCaskie of the U.K., Sandra, Susan and Julie Seale, Latecia and Charles Green, Winfield Lynch, Kimberley Broomes and the late Rodney Seale.

Cousin of Shamar, Renaldo, Dario, Rico, Ramon, Cherise and Shonte Seale, Eragon Bridgeman-Seale, Sahara Seale and many others.

Godson of Lana Moore-Phillips, Steven Atkins, Marcel Taylor and Natasha McConney. Relative of the Seale, Green, Grogan and Mccaskie families.

Friend of Tiffany Rowe, Sapphire and Emerald Moore-Phillips-Medford, Shane Vaughn, Calvin Alkins, the Watson family, the A&A Wholesale family and many others.                                          

The funeral of Delano Dequon Seale leaves Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, Eagle Hall, St. Michael on Tuesday, March 19th, 2019 at 11:00 a.m. for Zion Apostolic Spiritual Baptist Temple, Richmond Gap, St. Michael where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for the service, followed by the interment at Westbury Cemetery.

Wreaths may be sent to Downes and Wilson Funeral Home no later than 10:00 a.m. on Tuesday, March 19th, 2019.

Relatives and friends may pay their respects at Downes and Wilson Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday, March 18th, 2019.

No mourning colors in celebration of Delano's life.

Condolences may be sent to www.downesandwilson.com

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