In Loving Memory I
Mrs. Eunice itefena Paskett
March 4, 1942 September 1, 1986
September 8, 1986 2 p.m.
Methodit Church, Markt Square
viewing from 1 p.m. to 2 p.m.
Enid Bnnwn James David
Fankiyn Hazeff Marene Pfaskett
Wesley Pinney PhyUfis Pfaskett
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Frnklyn Ytazell Junior Sch esinger
'lis finney Carl Phzsitt
'Te wonfs here are the evarssions
of the (ove of ier cilidrmn.
When the storms of fie gather darkty ahead, we think of the strengthand
(ove of our mother, Eunice Helena Paskett, and we say to ourselves as
"threatening clouds" hover o'er us, Eunice didn't fo( up her wings or run
for cover. She soared far above the trouble fife brings. Like the eag(e, she
knew that the higher she few, the more tranquil and bright became the
On the wings of pmyers she soared high and gained strength and new
As we reflect, Eunice was the eldest of seven children born in 1942 to
Enid Brown and James David. It was in the heat of the day in March in St.
Kitts, W.I., when she was placed gently in her mother's movingg arms. Her
eagle's fight had begun.
She was reared and educated in the smalf community of St. Kitts, but
turned her eyes to the sun when she (eft for St. Thomas, V.I. to earn a
fivefihood. Here she fived and worked, and made many enduringfriends. She
became the wife of the (ate Raymond Plaskett on Nov. 24, 1980. Her
flight continued ...
As the eagle spreads its giant wings, so Eunice spread her wings of (ove
and encompassed us. This (ove she shared, matured and grew until the eag(e
slowlyfoided its wings and glided into a peacefu(soltude on September 1st,
As we reminisce today, we can hear her say
"I love you all deary. You helped mne (ivefrom day to day. Be
good and kind; take care of each other. I've seen the sunshine, I've
seen the min. Some days have been fled with joy, others with
pain. I've borne the pain and never complained. Greive not, for
the Master has said to me, 'Come aside, rest; pain no more, a
crown of fife awaits you. Your brave eag(e's fight is o'er. There is
nothing in ffe God ever asks us to bear that we cannot soar above
on the wings of prayer.' "
To remember her always are her six children, three sisters, five brothers,
mother, father, and many other friends and relatives.
Onier of Serice
Hymn No. 76
Romans 8: 35, 37 39
1 Peter 1: 3 9
St. John Gospef 14: 1 3, 27
Ti(og 6y Mrs. arrington
Hymn No. 650
Address by Rev.Y. Iloyd
Payers of Thanksgiving
Hymn No. 976
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