Order of Service Processional Instrumental Praise & Worship
Avril Richards
Opening Remarks
Elder Moses Langston
Prayer Pastor Dwight Clodfelter Florida Highway Patrol Chaplain Scripture Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Alicia Green - Cousin
Song of Praise Congregation In the New Jerusalem Scripture Nadine Teachman Romans 14:7-9 Family Friend Musical Selection
Instrumental - Band
Tributes My Friend Andy Eugene Parkway Elementary School Felecia E. Bowles Song Avril Richards Ride Out Your Storm Reflections of my Baby Brother Teressa Cole Message
Elder Moses Langston
Prayer for the Family
Minister Dwayne Stewart
Recessional Congregation We Have an Anchor
In the New Jerusalem When the toils of life are over, And we lay our armor down, And we bid farewell to earth with all its cares, We shall meet and greet our loved ones, And our Christ we then shall crown, In the new Jerusalem. Refrain: There’ll be singing, there’ll be shouting When the saints come marching home, In Jerusalem, in Jerusalem, Waving palms with loud hosannas As the King shall take His throne, In the new Jerusalem. Tho’ the way is sometimes lonely, He will hold me with His hand, Thro’ the testings and the trials I must go. But I’ll trust and gladly follow, For sometime I’ll understand, In the new Jerusalem.
When the last goodbye is spoken And the tear stains wiped away, And our eyes shall catch a glimpse of glory fair, Then with bounding hearts we’ll meet Him Who hath washed our sins away, In the new Jerusalem. When we join the ransomed army In the summer land above, And the face of our dear Saviour we behold, We will sing and shout forever, And we’ll grow in perfect love, In the new Jerusalem.
We Have A Anchor Will your anchor hold in the storms of life, when the clouds unfold their wings of strife? When the strong tides life, and the cables strain, will your anchor drift, or firm remain? Refrain We have an anchor that keeps the soul steadfast and sure while the billows roll; fastened to the Rock which cannot move, grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love! Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear, when the breakers roar and the reef is near? While the surges rave, and the wild winds blow, shall the angry waves then your bark o’erflow?
Will your anchor hold in the floods of death, when the waters cold chill your latest breath? on the rising tide you can never fail, while your anchor holds within the veil Will your eyes behold through the morning light the city of gold and the harbour bright? Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore, when life’s storms are past for evermore?
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My Baby Brother
hen I think of my baby brother I laugh more than I cry. As the youngest of three siblings he was most special because he was the funniest and in his innocence he was brutally honest. I recall being home trying to play our dad’s piano as I attempted to remix a song; Marcieno came out of nowhere screaming, “Teressa! You sound horrible”. Once, I asked him how my attire was looking and he called our other brother over; they looked at each other, burst out in laughter, and he said, “clothes good but not your egg head”. I remember his laughter and joy. All three of us as siblings had some wonderful times together especially because Marcieno was a part of it. At 3 years old he was my baby, not our mom’s. I would dress him on Saturdays after all my chores, pack his baby bag with clothes and food, then go out to town to ‘eye shop’. I stopped doing that because he fell asleep in the taxi one day, and because he ate so much and was so chubby, it took me over five minutes to exit the vehicle. That day I decided to put my “baby mother” solo travels on hold. At 6 years old, three years after we migrated to the US, I became Marcieno’s ‘professional’ unpaid translator. We took a trip home to Jamaica and no one understood a word he was saying except me, sometimes not even our mom. Everyone said his American accent was too much. He’d embarrass our cousins and they wouldn’t even know. His favorite thing to say when anyone frustrated him was, “you stupid”. He said that to one of our cousins here in the states and she wept; her dad had to console her. Marcieno was very independent. He wanted to feed himself and tried sitting up on his own very early as a baby. He’d become very irritable when you offered help with his homework before he asked for help. Pulling apart and reconstructing things was his passion, I pinched him a lot for reconstructing a lot of my things when I wasn’t home. Legos became his best friends. He’d create pieces while I wasn’t home, let our mom take his picture with it and text it to my phone. When I got home he’d be waiting at the door for me and ask, “Teressa, do you like it? Do you
want me to make another one?” Marcieno always made sure I was okay. Many days he gave me a full glass of air to drink (because the water would have splashed out before he got it to me). He would then stand there and make sure I took a sip. On days when he’d ask me a thousand times, “Teressa, you okay?” I’d become irritated and shout him out of my room. Our mom would advise him to leave me alone. A few seconds later he’d return crawling on the floor so mommy wouldn’t see him and again ask, “Teressa, you okay?” Our family is immensely blessed to have been lent Marcieno for eleven years and seven months. During that time he left deposits of love and joy. Classmates and teachers shared in that blessing; they called him the funniest man on earth. This death came as a great shock to us and words will never be enough to ease the pain. However, we rest in God.
Our family is tremendously grateful for everyone’s support and compassion through this very difficult time. Marcieno has given us gifts that are more precious than any material possession in this world. Yes Marcieno, I am okay, we’ll all be okay. Words will never describe my sorrow but with God I can get through this. May you rest in eternal peace as you remain eternally in our hearts.
Parkway Elementary School Graduation May 2017
Family Memories
Pall Bearers Morslin James Jason Hanson Josh Setal Justin Setal Rojay Nunes Nkosi Cephas
Brother Cousin Friend Friend Friend Friend
Professional Services
Royal Funeral Service Inc. 17475 NW 27th Avenue Miami Gardens, FL 33056 305-625-6818
Interment
Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens Central 499 N.W. 27 Ave. Fort Lauderdale, FL 33311
Program Layout
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Printing
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Thank You We extend our appreciation to all who have reached out to give us support. Through your many expressions of love, compassion, and care you have demonstrated the love of God in action. You have carried us when we thought we could not take another step. You have helped us to keep hoping that there will be a brighter tomorrow. Please continue to pray that as a family we will grow stronger even after another great loss.
Goodbye my Friend! Andy Eugene
We have done a lot of things that we’ll never regret; The good ones and the bad ones, moments I’ll never forget. It’s hard for me to cheer up, because I’m feeling blue; By accepting the fact that, my life is never the same without you. You have been here with me, through my ups and my downs; You were willing to walk on by the outskirts of all towns… Just to help me get through, my problems all along, Now you are already gone, I guess I have to be strong.