The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. Psalms 23:1-6
Legacy of Love and Craftsmanship: Celebrating Alfred Parkinson, the Patriarch Builder Who Nurtured Family and Gardens Alike.
In Jamaica, he was born to parents with pride,
As a builder of dreams, he took life in his stride,
To England, he sailed, with hope by his side,
In Acton, he laboured, where his skills were tried.
A craftsman so keen, with hammer and wood,
In his tidy home, perfection withstood,
With every nail and each plank that he could,
He crafted a haven, as a true builder should.
With love for his kin, he stood firm and tall,
In teaching his children, he gave them his all,
Through life’s many turns, both big and small,
He was their true north, their protective wall.
With laughter that bubbled and tales he would spin,
He drew folks close with his warmhearted grin,
A lover of sports, in bets he’d often win,
His magnetism was a spell, a mixture from within.
In gardens, he tilled, with tender green care,
With fruits and with flowers, his love he would share,
A touch that made blossoms perfume the air,
His green thumb is a gift beyond all compare.
Now Alfred rests as his tale finds its end,
A builder, a father, a truehearted friend,
In hearts, he’ll live on as we say our amen,
His legacy blooms as his spirit ascends.
In this life, we all have different paths, different task and different times when our journey ends. We didn’t know your journey would have ended on April 27th. Leaving us behind with only the memories of the moments that we’ve spent together. Your joy, your laughter, your long chats with daddy. Uncle Fred, the Lord was ready for you so you took your eternal rest.
Uncle Fred it breaks my heart to see you go . I will definitely miss your long chats with daddy on the phone or hearing you say mi bredda when talking to him . I love you rest well uncle .
Fred
We will miss your smiles, your positive attitude, your motto for hard work. You always light up the room.
Rest In Peace my friend, we love you even in death.
Claudette