Birth date: Dec 22, 1943 Death date: Jun 5, 2025
Kenneth Rambharose, known to many as Brother Bee, 81, of Miami, Florida, passed away peacefully on June 5, 2025, after a swift battle with cancer. In his youth, he got the nickname Brother Bee because he was as busy as a bee. Ken, Read Obituary
Heartfelt condolences to all the family. Moreso to Aunty Anjanie, George, Patsy and James. May Brother Bee rest in peace. From Regal and fam.
In loving memory of Ken, with a great sense of humor and witty stories, he loved to Gaffe, as you would say Ken, we just need to sit down and gaffe for a little while. Yes Ken you are right! Ken not only fed you with food, he fed you with joy, presence and friendship. Love to you and your family…God has blessed you with a beautiful family and a partner for life! Rest in peace with God, I will always remember your kindness and your willingness to share. 💝
We will miss you dad.
I am so sorry about Brother B’s passing. We were always close to the Rambarose family in Guyana, but I got to know him even more here in Miami. He had a large presence and quite a sense of humor—always ready with a joke and plenty of stories to share. He always made me and especially my mom laugh so much when we visited. We will truly miss him. My heartfelt condolences to Aunty Angie, Patsy, James, George, and the entire family.
Shameena Mandall Lall
When I was a teenager, Uncle Bee had often shared his special cook-up rice with me. Quite frequently, when I had asked, "How are doing?" His response was, "By God's grace I am here!"
When we were homeless in Guyana, Paddo shared his home with me and my siblings, and there we lived for a number of years. Paddo was indeed a hard working, supportive, and dedicated member of his household, he loved his family, and us.
Whenever, I had spoken with him, while he lived in Miami, he always asked, "How are your children doing, the boy and the girl?" In addition to that question, the tone of his voice had conveyed genuine concern.
On a few occasions, Uncle Bee had also honorably joked about leaving aunti Anjanie and we had laughed, and I had said, "No you wouldn't because you love my aunti, and she's beautiful, you wouldn't manage for too long without her, then, suddenly his time came, and he finally left last week. By God's grace, Paddo was allowed to leave his family, and their families, his relatives, and his friends to be with the Lord in paradise. Hallelujah 😇 God is good, just, and faithful, and His steadfast love endures forever 🙏 🙌 ❤️
My uncle Bee was an intelligent, very hard working, loving, caring and well respected gentleman. I was privileged to visit my uncle's warm and welcoming home during the summer vacation in Guyana. Uncle Bee treated me like his own daughter, however never called me my own name, he always call me Lalo.
Uncle taught me many things such as to love and respect, manners,cooking tips and shared some of his secret recipes with me.
He was a great cook and if given the opportunity he probably would have been a chef on TV. Whenever I spoke to uncle, he always asks how is your hussie and kids. He never said bye without saying I love you Lalo.
Uncle Bee you will be sadly missed
I hope and pray that my Aunty Anjanie, my cousins George, James and Patsy along with their entire family finds peace, comfort and strength during this difficult time.
Rest in peace Uncle Bee and when you meet up my dad have good time like always.
Your Niece Nalo
Even though I lived in NY and grandpa lived in FL I always knew how he was doing through my dad even if I wasn't speaking to grandpa myself. After I got married and moved out I made an extra effort to keep in touch with Grandma and Grandpa. On my drive home from work I tried to call them atleast once a week or once a month. And those conversations became something I looked forward too. Every time Grandpa came on the phone he would say Hellooooo (in that deep voice of his that always made me laugh) and after I said good afternoon Grandpa he would always ask, "How you doing gold?" Now I'll never hear those words again. But it'll remain etched in my memory always.
RIP Grandpa,
Your Granddaughter Lisa
