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Posted by: Suhasini
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Happy Birthday
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| The Home Team: Pamula Daniel, Anil (Anibob), Susee (Chanty), Victoriamma, Suha (Chelly) and Pastor M. Benjamin |
On May 20, 1941 in Narendrapuram, Andhra Pradesh India—our beloved Susee Mable (Chanty) was born. May 20th was as blessed a day for her parents Pastor M. Benjamin and Victoriamma, as it was for Dad, Anil and me. Mum blessed us with her radiant light and unconditional love and remains, as ever, the centre of our family and world. What did we ever do to deserve her? I'm not sure but am so grateful to have loved her and been loved by her and to know that our love still endures.
Happy birthday darling Mummy. Love you forever.
Posted by: Suhasini
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Sangareddy 1972
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| Susee Mable (centre) with Anil (far left), nephews, Rajini's sister and Sasikala |
Whether it was her son or daughter, her patients, her nieces and nephews, babysitters or children in the community; my mother Susee Mable was a beacon of light and comfort to all. She was a mother and a safe space rolled in one. She was born with a maternal instinct and the ability to selflessly and unconditionally give her love, time and assistance without judgment.
The photograph above, taken in Sangareddy, India in 1972 is a classic in our collection of family photographs. It not only displays my mother's gentle and timeless beauty but the host of children who were always happy and safe in her presence. The two nephews pictured above, in fact begged my father to accompany him on the two hour bus journey into Sangareddy just to spend time with my mother. She was a wonderful aunt. She guarded her young relatives with her wings and showered them with affection. Mum even went out of her way to cook for (and feed) them with whatever dish their hearts desired.
My brother and I were inordinately fortunate to have her as our mother but so were the many children who came across her blessed path.
Posted by: Suhasini
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Son
"Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime."
—Shakespeare (Sonnet III)
Posted by: Suhasini
Friday, April 13, 2018
In Memoriam
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| Susee Mable: May 20, 1941 - April 13, 2015 |
When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou
"When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die
and our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be better.
For they existed."
Posted by: Suhasini
Monday, April 02, 2018
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