Enid Elizabeth Linton, a long-time resident of Ft. Lauderdale, FL and native to Guyana, was called home on the May 27th, 2017 at North Broward Hospital.
Born on February 28, 1942 in Georgetown, Guyana to parents Seenauth “Papa” Thompson and Lillian “Granny” Gertrude Thompson, she grew up to be a very strong and influential human being. With the passing of her own husband, Mervin Linton, Sr., she made the decision to move her and her 4 children to the United States of America. Here she worked 2 sometimes 3 jobs just to provide a comfortable life for her kids. Even years after achieving this, she continued to work 2 jobs as Physical Therapist Assistant & a Home Health Aide, but now for her grandkids. She used to always say, “I'm living for my grandkids.” She also made sure to make time to fly back “home” to Guyana to visit and donate food & items to family & friends. There she never wanted to be treated like royalty. She wanted them to treat her just as if she still lived around the corner.
She is survived by sisters: Pauline King, Vilma Thompson, and Shelia Parker. Her four children: Monica Linton, Margaret Jones, Mervin Linton, Jr., & Michael Linton. Her ten grandchildren: Monique Rivera, Sabrina Lowe, Roy Dublin, Jr., Tiffany Roxborough, Chanel Jones, Brittneiy Jordan, Mervin Linton, III, Michael Roxborough, Deryck Jones, & Phillip Linton. Her eight great grandchildren: Khalil Murray, Jr., Cenniel Washington, IV, Karmelo Murphy, Ashton Mason-Jones, Zipporah Dublin, Alexander Lowe, Aurora Lowe, and Roy Dublin, III.
Besides being a sister, mother, grandmother, & great grandmother, she was an EXCEPTIONAL aunt. Everyone loved “Aunt Enid.” Regardless of who you were to her, she would tell you like it is, then would fix you something to eat after giving you a piece of her mind! Her food was another great quality. Friends of the family from all over would request a meal from her, because they heard how wonderful it was. Her grandkids especially looked forward to Saturday’s roti and dahl. On holidays, Enid and her sisters would occasionally do a “Feeding” for the homeless. She was far from selfish and wouldn’t hesitate to offer you her last grain of rice. We will all miss the sights and smells of “Enid’s Kitchen.”
She was a simple woman and didn't want much. As long as she could work, provide for her family, cook great food, and care for her house and yard, she was more than content. Her final days were filled with pain but the decades of her presence were filled with happiness and joy. She will be missed but never forgotten.