SERVICE OF PRAISE AND THANKSGIVING FOR THE LIFE AND WITNESS OF THE LATE
Livingston
DAYBREAK: May 18, 1939
EVENTIDE: October 5, 2024
AGED: 85years
SERVICE HELD AT Zion Baptist Church
‘SMILEY” ALVIN LLOYD
Established 1835-B.M.S.-London
East & Shirley Streets Downtown Nassau N.P.
The Bahamas
Saturday October, 26th, 2024 at: 10:00 AM
OFFICIATING
Terrance G. Morrison (Rev.) ASSISTED BY Dwayne Williams (Rev.), And Other Associate Ministers/Deacons/Evangelists
MUSICIAN
Bro. Wemsley Smith
New Providence, The Bahamas Patriarch
INTERMENT
Lakeview Memorial Gardens
OBITUARY Livingston A. Lloyd
Livingston Lloyd was born on May 18, 1939, to Mackey and Bernice Lloyd in Barraterre, Exuma. In time, he met and fell deeply in love with the beautiful Veronica Curry (now deceased) from Harts, Exuma. The two were married in 1965, and their union was blessed with four children: Kimberley Joy (deceased), Keith (deceased), Brent, and Toriano.
Family and friends affectionately referred to him as “Smiley,” a nickname born from his ever-present smile. Livingston often masked life’s challenges with this trademark warmth. He passed down his pleasant spirit to his children, leaving an indelible mark on all who knew him.
After completing his education at Barraterre All Age School, Livingston’s father took him to George Town, where he embarked on training as a carpenter, following in his father’s skilled footsteps. Carpentry ran deep in his blood, and Livingston quickly excelled in the trade, meticulously crafting each project to the highest standards. When opportunities in Exuma began to dwindle, his family relocated to Nassau for better prospects. It wasn’t long before Livingston secured a contract in Florida as an orange orchard laborer, though it required him to adjust his age slightly. From 1954 to 1960, he worked diligently in this role before returning to Exuma to resume his carpentry work, undertaking various projects in Bimini. Following his apprenticeship, he returned to Nassau to work alongside his father, ultimately launching his own successful construction career.
Despite his passion for woodworking, Livingston sought greater stability after marrying Veronica and starting a family. He joined Howard Johnson’s as a tour bus driver to provide a reliable income, though he continued carpentry on his days off. Livingston and Veronica shared a deep commitment to family, always prioritizing their children’s well-being and making personal sacrifices to secure a better future.
Livingston transitioned to a new role as a skilled carpenter at The College of the Bahamas when his eldest son entered high school. His primary motivation was
to ensure that his sons could pursue higher education with tuition benefits as part of his employment. He remained in this position until his youngest son graduated, a proud milestone in his life. Afterward, he retired, satisfied with the knowledge that his sons had built successful careers in banking while his daughter had become a beloved Batelco Service agent.
During his tenure at The College of the Bahamas, Livingston cherished the long summer breaks, which allowed him to return to Barraterre, his heart’s true home. His passion for sailing and the regattas was undeniable, and he eventually fulfilled his dream of owning a sailboat. Together with his cousin Hughrie Lloyd, they built “The Warrior,” a vessel that became a source of immense pride. His family room was soon filled with trophies and photographs of The Warrior’s victories, often humorously proclaiming it “the fastest boat on the water.”
Livingston’s love for Barraterre never waned. Each year, he returned to the island, particularly during the May and August festivals, where he rekindled connections and basked in the serenity of his roots. Over the years, his home transformed into a gathering spot where old friends like Lawrence, Jack, Annville, and Ben would relax on the deck, enjoying the boat races. His visits were anticipated by loved ones, especially for the cherished morning-boiled fish that became a beloved tradition. In the end, Barraterre remained his sanctuary—a place of peace, joy, and fulfillment where he felt truly alive.
His personality was one of warmth, tradition, and connection. His presence brought comfort and joy to loved ones, and his heart remained anchored in peace.
Livingston is survived by his children: Brent and Toriano Lloyd, Anishka Miller and Randy Smith; Grandchildren: Devon, Keith Jr, Keithra, Keiron, Katherine, Angelique, Nathan-Joel, Judah, and Jonathan Lloyd, Felix, Zion and Zaybeon Miller, Randia, Roneshia, Randy Jr, Ramone, Edroy, Smith; Great Grand Children: Devon’s son and Keitra two Kids. Daughters-in-law: Petrel, Katie, and Dr.
Siobhan Lloyd. His sibling: Ivan McKenzie-Lloyd; Sistersin-law: Vanria Gibson, Essimae McIntosh, and Joycelyn Curry; Brothers-in-law: Rufus (Ilene) Curry, Michael (Janice) Curry, and Sherman Stevens; Nieces: Niccola Miller (Roger), Vanessa Smith (Cecil), Dionne Curry, Nadia Cooper (Wayne), Nadeen Eugene (Leon), Clarinda Higgs (Brent), Sherdine Fortune (Andrew), Dr. Shervette Stevens, Toneissa Cox, Enreka McIntosh, Shemecca and Felicia Curry; Antoinette Byrd-Bynum (USA), Karen Curry (Jonathon), Nurse Letisha and Clarice Lloyd, Katherine Cooper (Victor); Nephews: Christopher and Andrew Curry, Sharad Stevens, Bryan and Kevin Lloyd; Cousins including: Hughrie Lloyd and family, Norman Lloyd and family, Benjamin Mckenzie, Kerleana Lloyd and Family, Althea Lloyd and Family, Gretal Lloyd and family, Remelda Deleveaux and family, Nicole Gibson (USA), Kim Strachan, Juletta Charlton and family, Rev. Heuton Lloyd and family, Fred Lloyd and family, Elvin Lloyd and family, The family of the late Raymond Lloyd, The family of the late Lawrence Lloyd, Izona Rolle, Valerie Taylor, and family, Lawrence McKenzie and family, Craige Lloyd and family, Lorana Lloyd and family, Brain Smith and Family, Janice Rolle & family, Vernice Francis and family, Lester ‘Dunks’ Duncan, Cynthia Davis, Judymae Brice and family, Jonnelle and Jon Byron Bain;
Other family and friends including: the entire Lloyd, Mckenzie, Taylor, Burrows, Wright, Smith, and Storr families of Barraterre Exuma and the members of the Barraterre Development Association. The McKenzie Family of Rolleville, Wilbert Bonimy and Family, Frederick and Cora McPhee and Family, Arthur Brown and family, Myrtle Deveaux and Family, Emily Rolle and family, Annesisha and Ashton McKinney, Moss, Deveaux and Stuart families. The Sailing community, especially the sailors and fans of the Warrior! Neighbors and Friends of Windsor Place off Soldier Road; Staff of the former College of the Bahamas now UB and the host of other relatives and friends; too numerous to mention.
Order Of SERVICE
MODERATOR | Deacon Shunda Strachan
CHORAL ANTHEM | Adult Sanctuary Choir
PRE-SERVICE
10:00am-10:30am
OBITUARY | Read Leisurely
COMMUNITY REFLECTIONS:
TRIBUTES | Mr. Ricardo Taylor, VP of the Barraterre Development Association
MUSICAL TRIBUTE | Rashad Lynes
TRIBUTE TO THE LIFE AND TIMES | Deacon Lawerence Lloyd
MINISTERIAL REMARKS | Pastor Carl Bullard (Bahamas Faith Ministries) Apostle Raymond Wells (Living Waters Kingdom Ministries) Deacon Herbert Coakley (Zion Baptist East & Shirley Sts.)
MUSICAL TRIBUTE | Chauncey Wright
RECEPTION OF THE BODY
MODERATOR | Rev. Dwyane Williams (Bi-vocational Minister)
CHORAL PRAISE | Adult Sanctuary Choir Processional/Scriptural Sentences | Ministers/Pastors
SONG OF CONFIDENCE | “He’ll take Me Thru”
I’m a glad pilgrim on my way, going to glory land Jesus my only hope and stay holdeth me by the hand It is such joy to understand things that I never knew Keeping my promise to the Lord I’m going thru.
(Chorus)
I’m His, what a wonderful feeling in my soul He’s mine, He’s protecting me from the heat and cold I’ll do whatsoever He bids me I will do I know my Redeemer will lead me safely thru
Walking with Jesus all the way, singing a happy song Matters not if it’s night or day nothing can lead me wrong Feeling His presence ever near why should I weep or sigh Knowing I have a home in glory by and by
Fully believing, trusting God, giving Him all the praise Leading me from the paths I trod ever my voice I’ll raise He will be with me to the end, comforting with His pow’r And He will be my closet friend in death’s dark hour.
PRAYER OF INVOCATION | Rev. Walton Winters (Bi-vocational Minister)
SONG OF COMFORT | ‘Tis So Sweet”
’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to take Him at His Word; Just to rest upon His promise, Just to know, “Thus saith the Lord!”
(Chorus)
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more!
I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end.
MINISTRY OF THE WRITTEN AND SPOKEN WORD
HYMN OF TESTIMONY | “And Can It Be”
And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior’s blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain— For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
’Tis mystery all: thee Immortal dies: Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left His Father’s throne above So free, so infinite His grace— Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam’s helpless race: ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains feel off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach thee eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
JEWISH SCRIPTURE | Sapiential Tradition | Ecclesiastes 3:1-10 | Jonathan Lloyd (Grandson)
PSALTER | Psalm 27 | Keiron Lloyd (Grandson)
CHRISTIAN SCRIPTURE | Pauline Eschatology | I Thessalonians 4:13-18 | Katherine Lloyd (Granddaughter)
SONG OF HOPE | .“Glad Reunion Day”
There will be a happy meeting in heaven I know When we see the many loved ones we’ve known here below. Gather on the blessed hilltops with hearts all aglow. That will be a glad reunion day.
(Chorus)
Glad day, a wonderful day, Glad day, a glorious day; There with all the holy angels and loved ones to stay, That will be a glad reunion day.
There within the holy city we’ll sing and rejoice, Praising Christ the blessed Saviour with heart and with voice. Tell him how we came to love Him and make Him our choice. That will be a glad reunion day.
When we live a million years in that wonderful place Basking in the love of Jesus, beholding His face. It will seem but just a moment of praising His grace. That will be glad reunion day.
SERMONIC SELECTION | Adult Sanctuary Choir
WORD OF HOPE EXPOUNDED | T.G. Morrison (Rev.) | (3rd Elected Bahamian Pastor )
PRAYER FOR THE FAMILY | Apostle Sterling McPhee | Jubilee Christian Ministries international
CLOSING SONG | “It’s Alright Now”
There was a time I travelled a lonely sinful road; Beneath a heavy burden bending low; But now all things are different, since Jesus took my load It’s alright now, I’m His I know.
(Chorus)
It’s alright now, for I am in my Saviour’s care It’s alright now; my Saviour hears and answers prayer He’ll walk with me, (He’ll walk beside me)
Till I climb the heavenly stair, And everything (And everything is alright now)
RECESSIONAL | Choir, Ministers, Pastor, Casket, Family
(“The Day Thou Gavest Lord is Ended”)
The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night.
As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away.
A’ down a lonely pathway, without a friend to guide, I walked in sin and sorrow all alone
‘Till Jesus came and found me, and drew me to His side; It’s alright now, for I’m His own.
No more in sin I wander, no more in darkness roam
The Lord has placed my feet on higher ground; Each day new heights I’m gaining, my soul is nearing home, It’s alright now, I’m heaven bound.
The sun that bids us rest is waking
Our brethren ’neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, Like earth’s proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.
SERVICE OF COMMITAL
MODERATOR | Sis. Charlysa Miller, Zion Institute Student
SONGS
“When We All Get To Heaven”
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing His mercy and His grace. In the mansions bright and blessèd He’ll prepare for us a place.
(Chorus)
When we all get to Heaven, What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus, We’ll sing and shout the victory!
While we walk the pilgrim pathway, Clouds will overspread the sky; But when travelling days are over, Not a shadow, not a sigh.
Let us then be true and faithful, Trusting, serving every day; Just one glimpse of Him in glory Will the toils of life repay.
Onward to the prize before us! Soon His beauty we’ll behold; Soon the pearly gates will open; We shall tread the streets of gold.
PRAYER | Bro. Jershon Delancy, Zion Institute Student
SCRIPTURAL ENCOURAGEMENT | T.G. Morrison (Rev.)
COMMITTAL | T.G. Morrison (Rev.)
CLOSING PRAYER & BENEDICTION | T.G. Morrison (Rev.)
“When Peace Like A River”
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
(Chorus)
It is well, it is well, With my soul, with my soul, It is well; it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blest assurance control that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll; the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend Even so, it is well with my soul
MY DAD, AN HONORABLE MAN BY BRENT LLOYD
My father, Livingston “Smiley” Lloyd, was an extraordinary man— gentle in spirit, steadfast in his dedication to others, and ever ready to lend a helping hand. Together with my mother, he formed a remarkable partnership, sharing the responsibilities of the household to ensure that we were always provided with a secure and comfortable life.
Dad’s commitment to our well-being was unwavering. He worked tirelessly, often sacrificing for the benefit of his family, ensuring we had the best opportunities in life. Through his work on the maintenance team at The College of The Bahamas, we were afforded the chance at a higher education, a gift we never took for granted. His wisdom often found us at the perfect moment. I vividly recall when my siblings and I started our first jobs; he urged us to invest in the land upon passing our probationary periods. “Don’t move out to pay someone else’s mortgage,” he said. This lesson on the value of investments and independence stayed with us and helped guide our futures. His advice paved the way for each of us to walk our paths with greater ease.
In our early years, Dad made sure we started each day with prayer, a habit he himself was devoted to even in his later life. I can still hear the sound of his fervent, heartfelt prayers each morning when we were in Barraterre. After his prayers, the “Brent” marathon would begin—he’d call my name for everything, for me to prepare his baths and breakfast, or unless he was cooking his famous boiled with the fish his cousin Fenton provided, or before he would send me to his cousin Norman for a bowl of his ‘special’ soup. As I grew older, my expression of love for him was to ensure he was comfortable, whether taking him to doctor visits, to the dock to get his turbot and grouper, to visit with his cousin Ben, or simply ensuring his needs were met. It
was an honor, and a privilege, to care for my father in his later years. Dad’s heart was deeply tied to Barraterre, and his love for the island and its people was palpable. He shared countless childhood stories there, recounting them with vividness and joy as if they had occurred just yesterday. Summers in Exuma with Dad were a treasured tradition in our youth, and even in the later years, I made sure he visited his beloved island twice a year. As those trips drew near, his excitement was infectious, “Brent, you got the tickets?” he would ask, a twinkle in his eye as the plane touched down, even though we would be the last to leave the plane as we would have to await wheelchair services. He seemed to come alive again in Exuma, and I will miss our conversations on the deck, absorbing the wisdom he always shared.
Dad also had a deep passion for Regatta, a love that spanned decades. He never missed a chance to attend a sailing competition, and earlier this year, he expressed his desire to see his cherished boat, The Warrior, sail again after being out of commission for a couple years. In response to his wish, I reached out to his cousin and boat builder, Hughrie, to help restore The Warrior. Though the repairs weren’t finished in time for the Barraterre Homecoming sailing competition, the boat sailed beautifully at the Rolleville Homecoming, allowing Dad to see The Warrior take to the water one last time before he passed. For that moment, we are forever grateful to Hughrie and Kesim Lloyd, and Preston McKenzie for their tireless efforts and dedication in making Dad’s wish come true.
A hard-working man, a loving father, a devoted friend—these are just a few ways to describe my father. Through his example, we are good husbands and fathers, and we will always be indebted to him. It is a profound honor to be called his son.
TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER
My daddy was a great father who taught his children how to be honest and hardworking. Growing up he ensured that we had everything we needed to survive and be comfortable. He was a provider and protector for his family. My daddy may not have been the perfect father, but I can surely say that he was a present one. He was a really good chef. Every Saturday, he would cook breakfast in the morning. He would make boiled grouper or turbot with grits. In the evening, he would cook chicken, sheep tongue, or his favorite and famous pig feet souse. Everyone who tasted it, loved it. And don’t forget the moist Johnny cake he made to go with it. Every summer, as soon as school was closed, he would pack our suitcases and send us to his beloved hometown Barraterre Exuma via the mailboat - The Lady Blanche or the Grand Master. We spent the entire summer in Exuma, returning to Nassau at the end of August to start school. Our experiences in Barraterre were very enjoyable and hold a special place in our hearts even to this day. During Christmas, daddy would make his delicious, mouthwatering fruitcakes that were enjoyed by many. He would soak those fruits in a special liquid for weeks. Perhaps, that was the secret ingredient that had some people requesting his fruitcake every year. My dad was also an exceptional carpenter and could make almost anything out of wood. Carpentry was his passion, and he consistently seized opportunities to construct various items for his home or his clients. From kitchen cabinets, to bookshelves, to bedframes, you name it, he could build it!
of hard work into us and encouraged us to work for what we wanted. He provided Brent, Keith and I with carpentry training and ensured we knew how to use many tools to complete repairs around the home. It was daddy’s firm belief that a man should secure ownership of real estate or a house prior to entering marriage. He made sure that each of his sons achieved this milestone. Once construction started on any of our houses, he would personally visit the site to ensure that the work was being done properly. I will always appreciate him for this.
My daddy cherished his grandchildren and would always ask about them even if he had just seen them. He loved making his renowned homemade pancakes, which were particularly enjoyed by Nathan. Every Christmas from the time they were born he insisted on buying them presents. He purchased all nine of his grandchildren their first bicycles. He enjoyed their company and celebrated their achievements. He was proud of them all.
My dad was also an avid sailor, who had a passion for fishing and sloop sailing. He frequently took us to Montague Beach to watch regattas and boat races. His enthusiasm for sloop sailing resulted in the construction of his very own C class boat which he named “The Warrior”. The boat was built by his cousin who is a sloop sailing legend, Hughrie Lloyd, affectionately known as Shian.
Daddy was convinced that the Warrior was the fastest C class boat in Exuma. After every regatta in which the Warrior participated, we could anticipate hearing many exciting stories from him. Daddy was a great storyteller, making us laugh to tears with his exaggerations. When the Warrior did well, he would brag for weeks. Oh, but when the Warrior lost, we would hear him say “I KNOW SHIAN IS GOING TO BREAKUP THAT BOAT AGAIN”. (LOL)
During my childhood, while neighborhood children enjoyed leisurely Saturday mornings, my father would wake us up at 6 a.m. to accompany him to various job sites that required us to build cabinets, repair roofs, paint houses, maintain the lawn and any other duties as assigned. He believed that the sun should not rise before you! He instilled the value
In June 2024, Daddy was adamant that he wanted his boat, the Warrior, to be repaired and ready to sail in the Rolleville (Exuma) Regatta scheduled for August 2024. He wanted to fly to Exuma and personally attend that regatta to watch his pride and joy, ‘The Warrior’ set sail again. I am so happy that he was able to see his desire become a reality! Together with Hughrie (Shian) and Preston, we were able to have the boat repaired in time and daddy was able to see his beloved Warrior C class sloop sail in the Rolleville, Exuma Regatta in August 2024 not knowing that it would have been the last time he saw his boat sail. Daddy, I will miss your 6am calls, your afternoon check-ins, your grocery list calls, your special lunch request calls which invariably started with, “Toe, can you help me today?” I will miss your Sunday afternoon lunch calls, and the many times we sat on the porch and just talked. I know you are in a better place now with your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I love you and continue to rest in peace until you rise again in victory.
Love,
Toriano (Toe, Tory)
MY BELOVED GRANDPA LLOYD BY KATHERINE LLOYD
My heart is heavy, yet full of immense gratitude as I reflect on the life of my grandfather, Livingston Lloyd. He wasn’t just a pillar in our family; he was a kind and steady light for all who knew him, always with a big heart, making everyone feel special in their own way. I think back to my younger years, visiting him and always finding a bowl of homemade pancakes waiting in the kitchen. Those pancakes, warm and tasty, were such a simple gift, his act of love that I treasure. I’d grab a few and savor them quietly in the backseat as my father drove us home. Even when I didn’t visit, Grandpa Lloyd would still send my pancakes along, making sure I never missed out. He’d also stock up on those tiny cans of Vienna Sausages for me. I used to think I was sneaking them, sharing them with the dog. But one day, he simply said, “I got those because I know you like them.” I was surprised at the time, but now, looking back, I realize how much thought and care he put into even the smallest things for my happiness.
These memories are bittersweet now. I wish I had savored those treats just a little longer, knowing I’ll never taste those pancakes again, and the Vienna Sausages will never have the same flavor. Our annual trips to Exuma were always special.
Grandpa Lloyd was my guide to the island’s wonders. He introduced me to its food—like steamed turtle—and its beautiful beaches. But more than that, I cherished his stories of growing up there. His dry humor and the way he made himself the hero in every tale always made me smile. I can still see him pointing out a building, reminiscing about some mischief or adventure from his youth. He was a true Casanova in those stories, and I hung on every word.
His summer home was always a place of warmth and love. Whether he was dozing on the couch or listening to the radio, the house felt alive because he was there. Although I know whenever I step inside again, it will feel colder, emptier without him. The warmth he brought to my life is something I wish would last forever.
I miss my Grandpa Lloyd so deeply, and slowly, I’m coming to terms with the fact that he’s gone. But I find comfort in the thought that his spirit will live on in the memories we share, in the laughter, the family gatherings, and the love that continues to bind us. He is resting in peace, but his legacy of love and strength continues. He will always be in my heart.
I miss him so much.
You lived an amazing life here on earth especially when it came to raising your grandchildren. You were an amazing father figure to us all and allowed us to be who we are today. Your smile, love, care and generosity will never be forgotten. We know we won’t have you here physically, but we do know deep down in our hearts you have not left us. There will never be another grandfather like you, and you will be missed each and everyday. Sleep in peace Grandaddy. -KJ
Grandad, I will forever cherish the moments we shared. From watching you sit on the porch listening to your radio, to hearing you on the phone eagerly offering to make those island “pancakes” that I loved so much. You loved taking my brother, cousins and I on rides in your blue GMC truck. Whether it was picking us up from school or dropping us off to swimming. You were there. I appreciate the encouragement you would give me during my high school and college years. You would always say “Do good now, keep going. “Those few words stuck with me and helped me achieve a lot in life. It warmed my heart to see your face light up when You finally got to meet your great grandchildren. I’m glad we got to share one last moment together before you went home to the Lord. Thank you for being such a great grandad and my “daddy”.
-Keitra
Livingston “Smiley” Lloyd, better known to his grandchildren as “Daddy or Grandad”, was a remarkable man whose kindness and strength will always be reminisced about by those who knew him.
I can always recall the times spent, and the drives to the beach that he would take his grandchildren on when we were younger. I’ll always cherish the phone calls that I would receive from him. Calls just to ensure that I was doing well, or to tell me that he hasn’t seen me in a while. Calls to tell me that he got a new cell phone and doesn’t know how to work it, or to ask me how to check his phone’s wallet balance. Calls to plan a day for me to help him bake his mouth-watering fruit cake that everyone always looked forward to during the holiday seasons. I’ll always remember helping him cook meals in the kitchen and teaching me how to make some of his specialties, even in his old age.
“Daddy” taught me the importance of family and the beauty of laughter. Whenever I needed a pick me up, I would visit him, and he never failed to fulfill my needs at that time. Whether it was a conversation about what happened during his day, a joke, or a conversation about going to Barraterre Regatta. He was always ready with a story that would always make me laugh.
Though he may no longer be with us, his spirit will forever remain in my heart. I will cherish his memory and strive to carry on his “Lloyd” legacy. Thank you “Daddy” for everything that you have done, you will truly be missed. Love, Angelique
TRIBUTE TO OUR GRAND-FATHER
LIVINGSTON
LLOYD
Proverbs 17:6 says that grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged, and the glory of children are their fathers. Our grandfather meant so many things to each of us. When we were younger, he was the best breakfast maker. His breakfast would be hot and ready whenever we stopped by in the morning - the best homemade banana pancakes, grits, eggs, souse, you name it! He gave us games and toys and as we got older, he was our basketball and football watching mate! In fact, he was probably the #1 Miami Heat and Miami Dolphins fan! When he lived with us for a few years after Grammy Ronnie’s passing, you could rest assured the television would be on a game every evening because ‘Coach Livingston Lloyd’ wanted to make sure that those NBA and NFL players knew what to do to win the game. Our job was to make sure we could find a basketball or football game for him once he arrived. Grand-dad was special to us, and we knew that he loved us and that we were special to him! His memory and legacy will always live on in our hearts!
May His soul rest in peace and rise in glory!
Love, Josh, Nate and Johnnie Lloyd
MY GRANDAD!
My grandad was such a joyful guy, always wearing a big smile. I loved hanging out with him because he made me feel so special and valued. Having him in my life was a true gift. Our trips to Exuma for the Festivals and Regatta were some of the best times. He had a way of helping me see things from a different perspective, something I wouldn’t have figured out on my own. Every Christmas, he made sure to give me something so I could treat myself, which meant a lot to me. Overall, my grandad was a huge inspiration, and his impact on my life will always be remembered. He’ll be missed but will never be forgotten.
With Love, Keiron Lloyd
MY ADOPTED GRANDAD!
Granddaddy, as I sit here my heart is filled with mixture of gratitude and sadness you are no longer with us in person but your presence Lingers in our hearts…..I often find myself reminiscing about the moments we shared the stories you told your laughter and warmth. Smiley I just wish I can have one more conversation with you to hear your voice and see your smile but even though you’re no longer here physically I want you to know how much you are missed. Your memory is a treasure that time can never be dismiss. I’m forever grateful for the time we had together cooking and making the Best ‘homemade pancakes ‘ever…until we meet again granddaddy may you find peace and happiness in heaven, please watch over us and know that you are loved and cherished always. P.S God broke my heart to prove he only takes the best. Fly High Granddaddy.
With Love, Neishie and family!
AS I REMEMBER LIVINGSTON LLOYD
Livingston and I shared a bond akin to that of brothers. My parents’ home and his grandparents’ residence were adjacent to one another. Although his parents relocated to New Providence, our friendship remained steadfast. I eventually moved to New Providence as well, which only served to strengthen our friendship.
Livingston’s mother was instrumental in encouraging me to acquire a lot in New Providence and to construct my very own home, for which I am profoundly grateful.
When he got married, I had the honor of being his best man, and he married my cousin, Veronica Curry Lloyd. Upon the arrival of his first child, Kim, I was privileged to be named the Godfather. His children hold a special place in my heart, much like my own niece and nephews.
During the August Monday festivities in Rolleville, he would often spend the day with me.
On many occasions, when he was unable to drive, one of his sons would bring him to my home, where he would spend the entire day. I will miss him dearly but may his soul rest in peace. Benjamin McKenzie
MY GOOD FRIEND, MR. LIVINGSTON ‘SMILEY ‘ LLOYD BY
WILBERT BONIMY
I got to know Smiley Lloyd in the eighties when I was employed at the College of The Bahamas (presently The University of The Bahamas) after my tenure with the Royal Police Force.
The first day I came to work, our boss assigned me to Mr. Lloyd as his helper. Mr. Lloyd jokingly asked our supervisor how he could put a police officer as his helper: “ Just suppose he locks me up.” Our supervisor smiled and reassured him that I was no longer a police officer. Lloyd and I developed a good friendship that lasted until his demise.
We enjoyed each other’s company. We would go to boat races together. Lloyd and I also played a lot of dominoes and other games together, and we gained many trophies as a team.
Man, Smiley just called me last Friday night before his passing, telling me he was going to call me on Saturday morning. I told him don’t call me in the night, and he replied that he was just letting me know that he was going to call me the next morning.
He kept his promise and called me early Saturday, but I was asleep. When I awoke, I went to work and I did not call him back. Upon my arrival home, my wife told me that Mr. Lloyd’s son called to say that he died. I didn’t believe it, telling her to stop talking fool, but she doubled down saying yes. that’s when I went numb. I had so much more to say to him.
Man, I am going to miss him a lot.
Sleep on friend take your rest. A true warrior to the end. Love you always.
MESSAGE OF GRATITUDE
We, the family extend our sincere thanks and appreciation to the many friends and family for each and every act of kindness shown to us during this most difficult time. Your prayers, visits, calls, messages and well wishes will always be remembered. We Sincerely Thank Everyone of You
The Family
HONORARY PALLBEARERS
Brent Lloyd - Son
Toriano Lloyd - Son
Ivan McKenzie - Brother
Benjamin McKenzie - Cousin
Hughrie Lloyd - Cousin
Norman Lloyd - Cousin
PALLBEARERS
Devon Lloyd - Grandson
Keith Lloyd, Jr. - Grandson
Judah Lloyd - Grandson
Andrew Curry - Nephew
Funeral Service Entrusted To:
P.O. Box N-1026
242.322.4433 (T)
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Ashton McKinney - Friend
Lawrence Lloyd - Cousin
Tel: 394-BOOK (2665)
Mobile: (242) 818-3478
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