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Mrs Rena V Brown

October 9, 1927October 21, 2020
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Rena Viola Brown, formerly of Kingston, Jamaica, passed away peacefully at the age of 93 at home in Lake Worth, Florida, in the arms of her daughter.

Daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and so much more, Rena was the rock of the Brown family, to which she was wholeheartedly devoted.

Born on October 9, 1927, in Westmoreland, Jamaica, Rena Brown was the daughter of Isadore Sims and Albert Dunk. Her brother, Vincent, who was her only sibling, died in 1957. On June 14, 1950, Rena married the love of her life Roy Brown, who predeceased her in 1988. She said she loved Roy the instant she laid eyes on him, and the feeling was mutual. Together, they had four children.

She was the embodiment of love. Adjectives that come readily to mind are devotion, compassion, humility, and selflessness. She was completely devoted to family, had respect and compassion for all, was humble in all her dealings, and frequently put her needs behind others. Even as Rena aged, experiencing acute dementia and unable to function as she would have liked, her thoughts always turned to comforting others. She could also be as fierce as a lion or as meek as a lamb, as the situation warranted. Cognizant of her declining health, she would reflect on bygone days when “Rena was Rena,” as she would say.

Rena Brown is survived by her four children: Beverley (Australia), Chetwynd (USA), Patricia (USA), and Lincoln (Jamaica); her four grandchildren: Nova, Chetwynd, Jr., Corlan, and Daniel; her four great grandchildren: Zandura, Gwennora, Manse, and Noémie. She is also survived by cousins Dawn, Petal, Maureen, Thurston (Sonny), Vernon (Dickie), and other relatives.

Her passing has left a void in our hearts, but we rejoice in the Lord for giving her to us these 93 years.

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  • Visitation

    Thursday, October 29, 2020

  • Funeral Service

    Thursday, October 29, 2020

  • Graveside Service

    Thursday, October 29, 2020

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Stuart Settle

November 10, 2020

I met Mrs. Rena Brown along with her husband, Mr. Roy Brown, approximately 34 years ago at their home in Kingston Jamaica when I was a Graduate Student attending the same university as her Daughter, Patricia Rena. On a visit to Jamaica Mrs. Brown was elated to meet someone who knew of her daughter and would see her soon. She and her husband welcomed me into their home and treated me with the highest esteem. Given that her daughter was in the US, in graduate school, she wanted to send a care package through me to extend her connection.

This was not my first visit to the country of Jamaica, but one which made me feel at home and connected, partially due to the warmth, love, and passion for family of Mr. and Mrs. Brown. Upon meeting Mrs. Brown I was unaware that her daughter shared the same name. I jokingly said to Mrs. Brown “You are the Original Rena.” Her posture shifted to more upright and her facial expression more serious. With certainty -- she confirmed. Throughout my visit she appeared to glow once realizing, this previous stranger, would soon see and make contact with her daughter.

Mrs Rena Brown, the Original, will be missed. She made it clear during my one visit to Kingston and subsequent visits in the US that she never forgot the assistance provided during that trip. I witnessed this embrace of love and the extension of family which was apparent when spending time with her and her children as well as her grandchildren.

She and Mr. Brown as well as Mrs. Icy, I will never forget. Generations of love extended forward. Patricia Rena was fortunate to have them in her and her family’s life, the support they shared, and the love they provided.

Rest in Peace – Mrs. Rena (The Original) Brown.

Stuart Settle

Corlan McDonald

November 5, 2020

“Poco a poco.” Spanish for “little by little,” that was always Grandma’s response whenever I asked her “how are you doing, Grandma?” It was her way of saying she was doing okay. Even if I could ask her now, I can already hear the response.

Grandma was not just “grandma.” That would be a disservice to her and her impact on my life. Grandma was in the room when I was born, lived with us for my entire life, and helped raise me in the ways that only she could right up until her passing. For me, “grandma” was just another way of saying “mom,” and I was blessed to have lived with three generations of mothers under one roof – mom, her mom (Grandma), and even her mom (Ms. Icy). If mom wasn’t around, Grandma and Ms. Icy were always there, ready to step in and provide the much needed motherly law-and-order, and I only came to appreciate that when I was much older.

I was always fascinated by Grandma’s oral histories of life back in Jamaica. She could recollect stories in such vivid detail and accuracy. She was a direct portal to the past, often accompanied by pieces of wisdom. One such piece was “once a man, twice a child.” “How could someone be twice a child?” I used to wonder. It always stuck with me, and I would eventually learn its meaning. I always kept that in mind when Grandma could no longer provide the caring for me, but rather it was my turn to provide the caring for her – often in the form of chocolates (always milk chocolate, no dark) and ice cream. She never, ever refused.

When I left for college is around the time when Grandma started to get weaker. Since then, I hoped she would be there to see me graduate from college, that she would be there when I got my first job, that she would be there when I got married, and that she would be there to meet her great-grandchildren – Manse and Noémie (who always asked, “I want to see great-grandma”). It was my way of repaying her for all she ever did for me, and she was there for all of them.

I love you, Grandma.

Daniel McDonald

November 4, 2020

My parents and older brother had a mother and child relationship with grandma; I had a more patient and caretaker relationship with her. I was born into the world when she was getting weak, and she no longer had the energy to look after me the way she did with my mom and older brother. Many of my memories with her have been me looking after her when I gave her food, medicine, and just kept her company. Each time I would go into her room, she would smile and say hi. Every day I gave her food (mostly bun and cheese with orange juice). I also helped her out of bed and guided her to the chair by the window to sit, while I turned on the tv, sat on the edge of the bed and watched with her. Now that she has passed away, I realize how much I will miss her smile and voice.

Lincoln Brow

November 1, 2020

Well I was born with asthma and the times that mommy comfort me like only a mother could were moments that I have kept in my memory.

Chetwynd Brown

October 30, 2020

Rena Viola Brown, nee Dunk

Daughter, sister, cousin, wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. MY MOM.
Her family was her life, she sacrificed willingly for her husband and children selflessly, always putting her family ahead of herself. Every decision, every thought was inclusive of what is best for her family, not herself. We, her children felt shielded from most of the problems of the world, because mom created a protective and secure world at home for us! Yet, she never prevented us or stopped us from experiencing the world. But when we did, there was always a kind word of caution or advise. And, if she never said anything, she knew she had prepared us well to deal with the situation.
So, our childhood and growing up is with very fond memories of a family that was humble, yet confident and happy. Not of any means, yet rich with the hope, motivation and dreams to believe in ourselves without belittling anyone else!
Today we celebrate mom's life not her passing! Because her influence and values continue to live on in us and the generations that follow.
Thank you daughter, sister, cousin, wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. MY MOM.
Thank you, Rena Viola Brown, nee Dunk

Clifton Mesquita

October 29, 2020

Mrs. Brown has lived a purpose filled and long life. She was a model of what a mother should be. Caring, loving, dedicated to family and friends. As a classmate of Chetwynd, my visits to the family home was always a pleasant experience. My memories of Mrs. Brown are filled with positive vibes and every interaction was genuine and caring. We were blessed to have met her. May God bless and comfort her family.
Rest in Peace..

Dawn Phillips

October 29, 2020

Dearest Pat,
My thoughts are with you and family today as you say good-bye to Mom. You and I have been on this friendship journey for close to 50 years and during this time I have had the opportunity to know the kindness, love and sweet spirit of your Mom, a legacy she has bestowed on you. She was the epitome of a Proverbs 31 Woman and so her children and grandchildren will call her blessed. You are the wonderful mother you are because you learned from her.

God gifted her to this world for 93 years and she made her mark. May her light and heritage live on.

A life well lived! May she sleep sweetly in the arms of Jesus.

Much love and prayers.
Dawn P. & Family

Maurice Wiles

October 29, 2020

Mrs. Brown will be remembered as a kind and caring mother to her children. She also extended her kindness to friends of the family and as young men visiting Chetwynd at their Kingston home, there was always a feeling that you were so welcomed.

You lived a long and good life.

RIP

Family friend....Maurice

Bev Braune

October 29, 2020

I will always remember my mother Rena for her perfect phrases of advice. Mom never told me what to do even when I wished she had. For example, in 1973 she said to me "University free now", so I applied and went to university. Today I have a doctorate. I dedicated the first book I published to Mom, yet years later I still wondered if my chosen career as a writer was the correct one for me. In a video conversation around 2008, she said "You always writing". Nuff said. I will remember Mom for an upbringing which taught me to be tough and never afraid.

Farewell Mom,
from my beach to yours,
Love
Doctor Bev.

Pat McDonald

October 28, 2020

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