Susee Mable's Silent Meditations

Posted by: Suhasini

Posted by: Suhasini

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

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 w...

"Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime." —Shakespeare (Sonnet III) Posted by: Suhasini

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 alwa...

Suha, Ethel and Susee (early 1979) at Niagara Falls Posted by: Suhasini