Celebration of Ite Life of
Owen Orvin Cewis
October 18,1949 Jebrwry 5.1995
Thursday, J bruary 16, 1995
Viewing 8:30 9:30 am
36ohn qomas Juneral 2iome
Service 10:00 am
Sts. eter and aul Cathedral
s t ,;*ment at western Cemetery
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Sharon Jennings, Cecelia Berkeley
Ernest Georges, Jerome Georges, Paul Georges, Gary Lewis
Carol Georges, Eva Lewis
Frederick Berkely, Keith Jennings
Juanito Shackleton, James Mardenborough, Sr.,
Thomas Briggs, Franklin Parris
Joy Schackleton, Elsena Todman, Mary Lewis Krigger,
Kathleen Lewis, Muriel Pickering, Olive Thomas
Loretta Guirty, Madlyn Blamo, Johnnie Mae Spencer
Robert Wesley, Graciano Melchior, Christopher Guirty,
Roy Howard, Norbert Stout, Shelley Moorhead
Vancito Sewer, Cat Eye, Elmo Benjamin, Austin Walters,
Ernest Georges, Jerome Georges, Paul Georges,
Emile (Johnny) Daniel
Owen Orvin ewis
Owen Orvin Lewis was born on the island of St. Thomas on October
18,1949 to Carmen Branche and Emile Lewis.
Owen attended Sts. Peter and Paul School from kindergarten through
twelfth grade, graduating on June 6,1967.
Owen served in the U.S. Army and was a Vietnam Veteran. He was an
Airborne Paratrooper during his tour of Vietnam and was honorably
discharged in 1970. Upon returning to St. Thomas, Owen worked at
many odd jobs, until due to illness as a result of his exposure to many
traumatic experiences in Vietnam, he was not able to work consistently.
In spite of his health, Owen always pursued some type of employment.
This value was instilled in Owen by his mother who worked all her life.
Owen was an avid baseball player and he traveled to Shee Stadium in
New York City to play with the first team from the Virgin Islands invited
there. He also played softball and basketball for many years. Up until
the time of his death, he was always present at games at Griffith Park. He
enjoyed most sports tremendously and found much enjoyment in the
camaraderie he found there.
Owen's life served to constantly remind us that no matter what life has
in store for us that there is always a silver lining, as was exemplified by
his constant cheerful, positive, caring and upbeat personality. For his
classmates, he was always the link that kept the chain together. He was
most knowledgeable of what everyone was doing and the latest happen-
ings. He remained loyal, dependable and helpful to the life passages of
his family, friends and classmates. Owen maintained a close relationship
with his entire family, but he especially cared for and took care of his
nieces and nephews, particularly his nephew Al Brunn, Jr.
Owen always maintained a very personal relationship with his Savior
and would articulate to his family and friends that he was constantly
praying for them and that no matter what situation they were faced with,
things would work out. Owen's life serves to remind us all that no man is
an island, and significantly that was one of our class songs ... that we are
all connected. So in final tribute to his memory ...
No man is an island
No man stands alone
Each man's joy is joy to me
Each man's grief is my own.
We need one another
So I will defend
Each man as my brother
Each man as my friend.
Order of Service
ENTRANCE HYMN ............ The Church Is One Foundation, #226
FIRST READING: Wisdom 3:1-9 ................ Senator Judy Gomez
RESPONSORIAL PSALM .............................. Psalm 23
2ND READING: Romans 6:3-9 .............. Clement "Cain" Magras
HOMILY ..................................... Alejandro Sanchez
OFFERTORY HYMN .......................... Hear Oh Lord, #290
COMMUNION HYMN ................... Prayer of St. Francis, #284
SOLO ......................................... Angelita Jennings
EULOGY ...................................... Dilsa Capdeville
FINAL COMMENDATION AND FAREWELL
RECESSIONAL HYMN ........ What a Friend We Have in Jesus, #326
My Dear, Dear Owen ... How you will be missed. I'll miss hearing
that voice on the phone calling to see how I'm doing and reminding me of
your constant love. There is only one you. You might be gone but you'll
always have a special place in my heart.
Your loving sister, Sharon
Dearest Dad ... Although I may not have spent much time with you
growing up, we shared a very special love. I will always treasure that
Your loving son Christopher
Sheepy, My Adopted Son ... You were like one of my very own, since
you were a boy growing up in Savan, playing with Austin and Cito,
together as brothers. As the years went by, we went our separate ways,
you to the Army (Vietnam), and I to New York. We all managed to
returned to St. Thomas where we continue to live as family. You always
managed to keep in touch. I will miss your weekly phone calls and your
frequent visits. We as a family will never forget you or the impact you
had on our lives. May you rest in peace.
From the Sewer Family,
Mary Sewer (your second mother),
Vancito Sewer (your other brother), Lorna Sewer Johnson, Austin Sewer
Dearest Sheepy ... You were my first love. You'll always be my love.
When allis said and done, we have a son and we treasure your love.
Owen... It seems like only yesterday that we were classmates. Since
then you were always there, ever faithful, in your keeping together of
classmates and your interaction with us. Your positive outlook, sense of
humor and caring will always be remembered. May God keep you in His
care until we meet again.
Sheepy ... Our memories of you go back to early days at Sts. Peter and
Paul Grammar School with Sister Irene and when in eighth grade we had
to "drop-the-pencil and pick-it-up" as the result of our teenage classroom
High school days were flurries of academia interspersed with class
activities. Those were the days, those days of our adolescence when we
remember you, ever considerate and kind. You loved a party and often
encouraged us to organize though you were quiet and reserved. Time
flew by and in later years, when each of us seemed to have such busy
agendas, when we met with you, you were often the one to bring us back
to memories of those wonderful school days of years gone by. We'll miss
you and that focus that you gave us to keep the good times alive. We'll
miss your 'hail' to us, regardless of where you saw us. We'll miss the
pride you always showed and gave us because you were so proud of us.
Sleep on now, dear classmate, and rest. You have given us your love and
you have taken this step ahead of many of us. We take you home with
regret but with the pride that you deserve because yours, Sheepy, was a
rough road but yet you bore it with such strength. That too, is another of
your gifts to us for which we'll remember you. So sleep on, dear class-
mate, rest and know that as we part with you we do not think "good-bye"
but rather "until we meet again" until we too, will join you in your
Sts. Peter and Paul Class of 1967
Sts. Peter and Paul Grammar School, 1957. Owen is in the second row from the
right, fifth from the front.
Dear Family Members and Fellow Classmates ... Today, the Sts. Peter
and Paul High School Class of 1967 has lost a member of its family, Owen
Lewis, affectionately known as "Sheepy." Sheepy was a gentle soul, one
who was genuine, humble, and kind. He often reminisced about the good
old school days and could tell you who had gotten married, and who was
just blessed with a child. He often referred to those days as his happiest
times and made a point of keeping our class family abreast of each other.
Sheepy has now gone on to his Maker, his eyes and his life closed in
this world. When he awakens, Sheepy will see the dawn of a new day and
as he looks upon the rising sun through the mercy of Our Lord and
Savior his heart will sing the words of the hymn
"The dawn has come, With the light of sun;
Faces and hearts come alive! New life begun,
Rising in our hearts, So looking for a way to be free!"
Sheepy is now free free from the pain and suffering of this world -
lying comfortably in the arms of his Father and Maker. May the peace
and blessings of Our Lord descend upon you and comfort you in your
With you in my prayers, Senator Judy Gomez
I write this short note for your Army buddies and other friends, as well
as myself; I hope they forgive me for being so presumptuous with so little
time. The quality of honesty you exhibited throughout your school boy
years, military service time and after, was the enduring and painfully
endearing feature of the changing friendship we developed. At Sts. Peter
and Paul and throughout many St. Thomian households, the older folks
thought us the virtue of honesty, and this was the lesson you learned
You continued to confront us honestly, and practice this virtue, as only
Sheepy did in his way. And we continued to love you and fear for you. It
was that lasting, soft quality which continued to keep you a part of us, to
the end. While the rest of the rock seemed to be spinning apart, every-
where around us others seeming to turn on one another, your constant
honesty couldn't be denied.
Your memory is an honest memory. It will remain. There are few
honest men left among us today. Rest in peace, the virtuous can.
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