Reverend Canon Anthony D. Pettit
Reverend Lorita Packwood
Organist: Allana Simons
PROCESSIONAL
Clergy & Family
OPENING PRAYER
Reverend Lorita Packwood
HYMN
Blessed Quietness
GLENN’S LIFE STORY
Terry Lynn Tucker, cousin
MUSICAL SELECTION
Kannen Morris-Dickinson, great nephew
VIDEO TRIBUTE
Verona Darrell
SCRIPTURE READING
Dawnnette White, family friend
WORDS OF COMFORT
Reverend Lorita Packwood
MUSICAL SELECTION
Shine Hayward
COMMENDATION
Reverend Canan Anthony D. Pettit
RECESSIONAL Clergy & Family
Allan Glenn Hatherley, affectionately known as Glenn, Sluddy, Black, Daddy, Papa, or Uncle Glenn, was a devoted husband to the late Cheryl Burrows Hatherley and a proud father to three Children - Coralita, Tonya, and Junior. He was also a super proud Papa to five Grandchildren - Teika, Jaquan, Toschella, Sir-Jahri, and Jamir as well as a cherished Great-Papa to Yara and Yani.
EarlyYears
Glenn was born on September 6, 1947, to the late Lois Emery or at least, that was the birthday he had always known. However, when he applied for his first passport, he discovered that his official birth date was recorded as October 6, 1947. No matter the date, what truly mattered was the life he lived and the love he shared.
Glenn was raised in Dudley Hill, Paget, by his beloved late grandparents, Doris and Percy Hatherley He was the third of seven siblings. After losing his grandparents at an early age, he went to live with his Aunt Hazel (deceased), who embraced him as her own. In her home, Glenn became a brother to her children and attended Ord Road School (now Paget Primary). No doubt, Guerlaine, Jancie, Russell, Belinda, and Greg each have their own treasured stories about their time together.
ALoveStoryfortheAges
Glenn met the love of his life, Cheryl Burrows, when her family moved to Valley Road, Paget. They courted (as the old folks say) for nine years before marrying on June 30, 1974. Their love was pure, strong, and unwavering, a true match made in Heaven - you rarely saw one without the other. Together, they were blessed with four beautiful children. Glenn was the shining example of a devoted husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather.
His love and dedication to Cheryl never wavered, and he upheld his vows to the very end: “For better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.” After her passing, he even continued to sleep on her side of the bed, a true testament to the bond they shared.
Adventures&TravelingtheWorld
Glenn didn’t start traveling until his early thirties, with his first trip to Atlanta, Georgia, to visit his late Aunt Margaret and Uncle George (Pops). That trip sparked a lifetime of adventures.
He made sure his family traveled every summer, even making Cheryl quit any job that wouldn’t give her time off! Off to Atlanta they went, where Aunt Margaret and Pops welcomed them with open arms.
However, traveling wasn’t always fun for the kids. Back then, passengers could smoke on airplanes, and they often sat in the back of the plane - right in the smoking section. The kids used to get sick. Coralita suffered from earaches, Tonya was claustrophobic, and Junior got nauseous - but none of that mattered to Glenn, who happily ate everyone’s food (yes, airlines actually fed passengers back then!). Glenn loved a good meal. After his meal, he’d light up a Marlboro cigarette, much to the kids’ dismay - what torture It was enough to make sure none of the kids ever picked up smoking!
The trips were great until Glenn would make us walk for what felt like 50 miles. He was tall and the kids had to run to keep up.
As the family grew, the grandkids brought a new level of excitement to his travels. Trips expanded to New Jersey, Florida, Las Vegas, and beyond. Thankfully, with Junior as the designated driver, there was no more walking or public transportation - thank you, Junior! No matter what Glenn was always down for a trip.
Glenn and Cheryl enjoyed many trips. One of their most cherished trips was to the UK with The Somerset Band (thanks to Dawnnette). Their last big adventure together was in 2009, when they traveled to Las Vegas & Atlanta with Glenn’s cousin Guerlaine. Shortly after, Cheryl fell ill, and their trips became limited to Boston for medical care. No matter where they went, Glenn never left her side.
Even after Cheryl’s passing, Glenn continued to travel. He visited Huntsville, Alabama, while Teika was in university, and his final trip in July 2023 was to Memphis, Tennessee, to visit Teika and her family.
Family
Glenn’s love for his family began with how he was nurtured by his Aunts. Aunt Hazel (deceased) was his adopted Mother and Aunt Magaret was his vacation home. Glenn also held an infectious love for Aunt Pat - his birthday twin. They shared the same birthday (September 6) and she resides at the family homestead (Dudley Hill); a neighbor he loved and enjoyed visiting.
Aunt Pat - quiet, kind, and very humble. She allowed Glenn’s children to spend summer breaks at her home without complaint. Faithfully every summer Coralita, Tonya, and Junior would run all around Dudley Hill. Coralita, Tonya, and Junior hold beautiful childhood memories forever etched in their hearts and often spoken of in their conversations. Aunt Pat and Francine made sure they were good and for this they are eternally thankful.
Glenn shared a special and unique bond with each of his siblings. Whenever his big sister, Althea, needed a ride you could count on Glenn to be there. He enjoyed picking her up whenever she needed him Although his younger brother Ross passed away at a young age, Glenn always spoke highly of him with love and admiration. His bond with his brother Derrick was particularly strong, they were like best friends, and Glenn was heartbroken by Derrick’s passing, a loss that stayed with him throughout his life.
Daddy/Papa
Coralita “Corita” , as Glenn “Daddy” called her was his eldest child. Glenn was often called to her rescue since she had a habit of locking her keys in her car - sometimes even with the engine running. No matter where Glenn was he always showed up quickly, never complaining, and saving the day.
Tonya, or "Ton" as Glenn “Daddy” called her was his warrior. After Cheryl’s passing, Tonya became his right hand - cooking for him, ensuring he could still take his annual trips, and eventually managing his schedule. She booked his appointments, drove him to the doctor, and ultimately took on the role of his caregiver.
Junior, "Gin" as Glenn “Daddy” called him, became a close friend. They seemed to share the same circle of people, as Junior was the most social of Glenn’s three children Junior would often stop by the house, chatting with Glenn and saying, "You know him, Dad," before giving a detailed description of the person until Glenn remembered who Junior was talking about. Sometimes, the conversation flipped, and Glenn would describe someone to Junior. Junior was the popular one, the old soul with a knack for connecting with everyone.
Then came the five grandchildren. Tonya was terrified when she told Glenn she was expecting, but Teika quickly became the apple of Glenn’s “Papa’s” eye. Glenn spoiled Teika, giving her anything she wanted. He would even buy her a whole TUB of Freeze Fresh sherbet, and no one else was allowed to have any! He also took her on her first trip - yup, to Atlanta. Glenn was so proud when Teika graduated from Nursing School, and later, he had the honor of walking her down the aisle when she married Shamir. Through the union of Teika and Shamir, Glenn was blessed with two beautiful great-granddaughters - Yara and Yani Gibbons. Teika’s nursing skills saved Glenn’s life more than once, as she instructed the doctors at KEMH on how to treat him, and each time, he pulled through. Thanks, Teika.
Next came Jaquan, whom Glenn “Papa” lovingly called “man.” Glenn proudly drove Jaquan to and from nursery and attended his football games. However, the highlight for Glenn was attending Jaquan’s graduation in none other than (you guessed it) Atlanta in December 2019 - he was absolutely elated.
Toschella was third, and Glenn “Papa” affectionately called her "Chells." She always knew how to get him to open his wallet, often tagging along to the pharmacy or supermarket with him. Though he’d complain, Glenn would let her get whatever she wanted. In return, she gave back tenfold, becoming his chauffeur, caregiver, and personal barber.
Sir-Jahri, the quiet one, was also called “man.” Glenn “Papa” would buy Sir popsicles and his favorite cereal. Glenn even gave him permission to have a dog, despite Tonya’s objections. Sir and Glenn shared a special bond. Sir loved visiting Glenn. Even after Glenn got sick and didn.t say much, Sir still hung out at Glenn’s house. Sir also helped Tonya with Glenn’s eye drops, medication, and lunch duties.
Finally, there was Jamir, whom Glenn “Papa” lovingly called "Mir" or "boo boo." She was the youngest, and whenever she needed a ride, Glenn was always there, happily providing one. Glenn also made a habit of dropping off popsicles for Jamir, a simple gesture that always made her smile.
I'm sure if you talked to Glenn, he would have told you all about his grandkids. He loved them dearly. During our family gatherings, we would often reminisce about how much softer Glenn had become over the years, and how the grandchildren got all of that love and attention.
APassionforCars&Bikes
Glenn had a deep love for cars and motorcycles. Over the years, he owned a variety of vehicles, each one bolder in color than the last - including a Vauxhall, Isuzu, Toyota Corolla, Rav4, and finally, a Toyota Agya. His cars came in lilac, lime green, yellow, orange, and Smurf blue, keeping everyone guessing as to which one he’d be driving next! Special thanks to the late Mr. Morris “Mice” Brangman, who always made sure Glenn got the color he wanted.
Beyond cars, Glenn also enjoyed riding his motorcycle, especially during the summers and weekends. Whether on two wheels or four, Glenn always found joy in the freedom of the road.
AManofHardWork&Integrity
Glenn built a career in construction, starting as a laborer and working his way up to become a skilled mason and tiler. He worked for many reputable companies and trained under legendary craftsmen like Mr. Edness, Mr. Jubba Butterfield, and the late Mr. Alfred Maybury.
His last years of work were spent alongside Mr. Maybury, not just patching cracks and painting but sharing deep conversations on their drives home to Somerset. He wasn’t working for the money - he valued the company.
ALifeWellLived,ALegacyofLove
Glenn faced health challenges but always bounced back. He had a minor heart attack in October 2019, a slight stroke in July 2023, but the stroke on September 12, 2023, was different. He spent several days in ICU, never complaining, always doing as much as he could for himself.
After an impressive comeback Glenn was able to return home under the care of his children and grandchildren where he thrived.
Sadly, he suffered another devastating stroke that was too large to overcome and on February 24, 2025 he succumbed.
We will miss you, Daddy/Papa, but your legacy, your love, and your values will live on in all of us.
Rest easy Dad as you sleep now with Mom.
Glenn was the loving husband to the late Cheryl and a devoted father to Glenda (deceased), Coralita (Alston), Tonya (Floyd), and Junior (Jenilla). He was a proud grandfather to Teika (Shamir), Jaquan, Toschella, Sir-Jahri, and Jamir and a cherished great-grandfather to Yara and Yani.
He was the son of the late Lois Emery and sibling to Wendy Emery and the late Althea & Ross Hatherley, Reginald, Derrick, and Stephen Emery. Glenn was also deeply connected to his extended family, including his beloved aunt Patricia (Pat) and the late Sybil, Beryl, Gertrude, Hazel, Gladys, and Margaret. He shared a close bond with his sisters-in-law Anita (Ed) Steede, Sheila Brown, Marsha, Lovette, and Darlene Emery as well as his late brothers-in-law Milton and Derek Burrows He also leaves behind a host of nieces, nephews, and cousins too numerous to mention but all dearly loved.
Glenn embraced many as family, including his adopted son Ashley Smith and foster grandson Anaiz Outerbridge.
A heartfelt thank you to all those who checked in on Glenn and offered their unwavering support:
The late Mr. Alfred Maybury & Family
The late Mr. Cyril Maybury & Family
Paul Maybury
The late Jubba Butterfield
Mr. Allan Vickers
Paget Service Station (Gladstone Jr.)
Paget Church Parking Lot Crew
Mr. Donald Astwood
Ms. Judy Gilbert (Aunt Judy)
Mrs. Dawnnette White & the Smith Family
The Mission Lane Neighbors and The Caines Family
The list goes on and on, as Glenn made an impression on everyone he met through his kindness, humor, and love for conversation.
We would also like to thank St. Paul’s Anglican Church and Reverend Canan Anthony D. Pettit as well as the doctors, nurses, and staff of the King Edward Memorial Hospital and acknowledge Augustus Funeral Home for their caring and professional services.
A special shoutout to Patrice Hill, Deborah Lowe, Heather Bean, and Verona Darrell for putting together this beautifully crafted program and video tribute in honor of Glenn’s life and legacy.
There are not enough words to fully express our heartfelt gratitude for the sympathy, love, and support extended to our family during this incredibly difficult time.
Whether you sent a beautiful arrangement, said a prayer, kept us in your thoughts, or offered support in any way, your love and kindness will always be remembered and deeply appreciated.
They say, “A daddy is a girl’s first love,” and I am proud to say my daddy definitely was mine. He was a solid, reliable, dependable, and upfront type of guy. It didn’t matter if I needed a ride, my children picked up, my house fixed, or a couple of dollars - he was always there. I have some fond memories of my daddy.
Like the time momma and her best friend, the late Marie Gibbons, went on a trip, and he kept us children. Well, it started off as the time of our lives - we ate out every night because he couldn’t cook. Well, that was until Sunday when he tried to make dinner. All I remember was sweet potato, and it was nasty. We all struggled to eat it, and in his deep voice, he said, “EAT IT! You guys eat everything else sweet.” He traumatized us so badly that we never ate sweet potato again.
Then there was the homemade cough syrup he used to make - Bermuda onion and sugar in a mayonnaise bottle, left outside to ferment. It was awful, but after just one spoonful, the cough would disappear. Not sure if it actually worked or if we just learned to hold in our coughs to avoid having to take any more!
Coralita and Junior, remember the time he left us at home to take those cod liver oil gel capsules? We came up with a million ways to swallow them - trying to eat them with food, candy, anything we could think of. But nothing worked! We were so scared of him; we could have just tossed them in the trash since he wasn’t even home. But somehow, we managed to get them down our throats!
There was also the time we went to Black Horse for dinner, and when we were about to leave, the Vauxhall wouldn’t start. He was telling momma to push in the clutch and let it out slowly while we pushed the car. Oh my gosh, what a disaster! He started in with all sorts of colorful language, and Junior and I were terrified! I honestly thought we were going to die in St. David’s. But once the car finally kicked over and momma gave him a piece of her mind, he switched into happy mode. As soon as we hit the Causeway, he said, "Watch this, you children!" He dropped the car into third gear, and we flew across that Causeway. Thanks to the turbo engine, of course. Can you believe it? Glenn had a thing for speed at one time in his life!
Another fond memory was when Junior and I would hang out at Paget Gas Station or Sideline Motor Pool (Mice’s) garage. It’s a wonder I didn’t turn into a tomboy with all the time we spent there. But in the end, it was the time spent with my daddy that meant everything to me
My daddy had a big heart when it came to helping others, whether it was giving someone a ride or fixing something. If he could do it, he would. Daddy, you are and will always be my HERO.
My daddy provided consistent support in our lives. Teika was fortunate to enjoy 33 years with Papa. He supported her by attending dance recitals, school events, graduations, and her wedding and he was extremely excited to be a great grandpa.
Toschella had him for 25 years, and they shared a special bond. She was the only one he shared his car with. According to her, "That's our car, Papa."
Finally, Sir-Jahri had 18 years to admire him, and the feeling was mutual. Whatever creative project Sir-Jahri was working on, Papa was always there to help him with and bring it to life.
Daddy, I hope I served you well because you were a dependable father and an amazing papa. I also hope that the memories and values you shared live on in my children, especially Sir-Jahri, as he grows into his greatness.
Thanks for being my Superhero and showing me how a man should respect his wife and family.
Love always and forever, Tonya
*Thanks to my friends who listened to all the Glenn stories; checked in on me and him during his sickness - Deborah Burch, Linda Wilson, Karen Lambe, Takiyah Burchall, Gloria Brangman, Patrice Hill, Carla Bean, Felicia Warren, and my husband Floyd, who has been patient with me while I put my daddy’s needs first. Your support meant the world to me.
Anyone who knows my papa knows he loves to eat. So needless to say most of my fondest memories of him involved food in some way. From young he always made sure I was eating even if it involved me running down the hallway of the house up Paget to sneak some of his sherbert behind my mother’s back. He turned me into his “foodkick” and I was a greedy and eager follower. He made sure we enjoyed one or another treat together. And those treats never stopped coming as I got older. From eating packs of candy corn to ice cream and pie or sending me back to college after the Christmas break with a frozen ice cream container full of his homemade soup. I didn’t even know he could cook, until my mother told me he just throws all the leftover vegetables in a pot and calls it soup. His running joke when we talked over the phone was “Teika have you been Aldi to buy your bread to make sandwiches and do you need some McDonald’s money?" Our late-night treats together may have started when I was young but I always understood why he did what he did. Love doesn’t just sit in someone's words; it also rests in their actions. And my papa was never shy of his acts of love towards any of us. My papa went out of his way to show me how much he loved me and the warmth and comfort I felt in his actions will carry on with me every day of my life. There aren’t enough words to describe how much I am going to miss you Papa. Sleep in peace to the greatest papa I could have dreamed for.
Dear Mr. Hatherley,
Being able to share just some stories we shared gives me great joy and I knew the moment we started talking it was going to be full of laughs and life lessons; thank you for all the late-night talks and words of wisdom. Like when you used to take your grandfather’s car for joy rides even though you weren't old enough or when you started your career as a mason and all the job site shenanigans, including when you laced your drink with laxative after you suspected your coworker of drinking it. Never do that again huh Hatherley. There will always be memories I look back on with a smile; us competing over who was going to eat the most food at Texas de Brazil on our last family trip to Memphis, and when we went to the comedy show on board Carnival in 2016, I have never heard you laugh so much in my entire life. Or when the whole family went to bike night on Beale street in Memphis. Hatherley we have shared many memories together each special and full of laughter which is what I will deeply miss the most. Sleep in peace Mr. Hatherley.
I still haven't come to terms with the fact that you are no longer with us Papa. I know words won’t be able to do justice to the great life you had. No matter how eloquently I express my heart, no matter how many people know about you, you won’t return and give that ‘sucking of your teeth’ again. But I must try. So, I’ll present snapshots of what I remember about you and capture that part of you here.
When I think about you, the first thing that comes to my mind is how much of a dedicated worker you were; I realized once you got sick in September 2023 that you didn’t have any hobbies besides hanging at the Paget Gas Station with your friends. Although all you did was work, every year you still found the time to come away with us for a family trip. I will always remember the funny saying you had towards traveling “Cheryl, if you can’t get off, you need to quit that job”. That told me as much as you worked you always loved a good trip. In 2019 we visited Atlanta, to do school tours and it didn’t matter how many schools I went to tour; you didn’t complain as long as you got food. Our last trip together was July 2023 for 2 weeks visiting my sister (Teika) in Memphis.
Whenever I visited, I was sure to hear a story about someone I didn’t know that you swore up and down that I knew with your colorful language; towards the end of the story you would realize you had me mixed up with my momma (Tonya). One of the most important lessons you ever taught me was to find joy in the small, everyday things. Whether it was a chill evening at home or a family dinner, you showed me the beauty in the little things that make life special. Those moments, you believed, were what truly made us happy and fulfilled.
The first time I remember driving your car papa, was to keep circling the block when you went get a haircut because you weren’t going to pay for parking or get a ticket. Shortly after that the car became “ours” you had it in the day and I had it in the night; with a full tank of gas because you would say “I filled it up for you boo boo, I don’t want you to put the wrong gas in it”. Also we didn’t decide on that color for the car. We agreed to keep the color black and just get the dents fixed. But after our summer trip in July 2023, we came back to a Smurf blue car.
I told him “he was wrong” later that day he admitted to me that; He didn’t have his glasses on when he picked the color but everyone at the gas station liked it. So in other words get use to it. Papa; you trusted me to drive your car and that was a moment I just cannot forget; because I know how much you cherish your cars. You were everybody’s chauffeur and for the last year consistently I became your chauffeur taking you to appointments or just for a drive. But that didn’t mean you still didn’t give your input when I was driving. Papa even though it hurts. I'd give anything to relive those memories again.
One month I watched you go through three flip phones because the “volume was low” the real problem was that every time you put your phone in your pocket you turned the volume down so you couldn’t hear the phone ringing. You were stressed and so was I because I had to type in the contact information over and over again. I would always like to give a special thanks to Paul (always being there) because going through Papa’s call log, one day I saw he called Paul about seven times back-to-back and I honestly think he answered every time. When I asked you why you called Paul that much you said you was trying to get hold of my momma (Tonya) jokingly. So I went in and gave everybody their own speed dial number.
Papa, I'm so thankful for all the memories we shared together. I only wish you were here to make more. The impact you had over my life was greater than you could ever know. I do not know where I would be today if it had not been for your love and guidance Papa. You were more than a Papa to me, you were the only consistent, reliable, and loyal male figure in my life. Thank you for everything.
Today, we gather here to remember and reflect on the life of our beloved Papa Glenn. A man who graced our lives with his warmth, and unforgettable spirit. While I may not have many memories with him, there are a few precious moments that will forever hold a special place in my heart. One of the first things that comes to mind is how my papa would always greet me with a cheerful “Hey, boo boo!” It didn’t matter where we were or who was around; his affectionate nickname made me feel unique and cherished, an indelible mark of his love. In the summer months, his tradition of making “his rounds” with popsicles and ice cream sandwiches was a highlight for all of us. The sight of him coming carrying those cool, sweet treats, would spark excitement. Papa Glenn’s brightly colored cars were another unmistakable part of his identity. They were not just vehicles; they were symbols of his vibrant personality, easily spotted from a distance. They represented his joy for life and how he stood out in every room he entered. And then there’s the unforgettable memory of the day he was supposed to take me and my friend home. It started out so simply - just a ride home, but it quickly transformed into an adventure as we found ourselves going around and around the roundabout! In a moment of both amusement and desperation, I called my dad to come and rescue us from our endless loop. It’s a funny story that we still talk about today. As I wrap this tribute up I’ll forever be grateful that I was able to see him on Sunday before he passed away and was able to be greeted with my traditional “Hey boo boo!” His spirit will continue to shine through the memories we hold dear.
