Susee Mable's Silent Meditations

Susee with Solomon Injety (husband of Ethel ) SDA General Conference, Indiana, 1990 (photograph: Ethel Injety) My acquaintance with (Chanty) Susee Mable Anandaraju was from her childhood.  "IT IS NEVER EASY TO LET GO". Adjustment to the death of a loved one requires a recognition of the reality of the loss, even though it feels impossible.  Her role as a wife and mother was second to none. Susee was an Angel from her childhood. A soft spoken, cool mind and her family was her world, and she trusted God in all her ways more than any one.  Her journey was over on the rough roads of this world and looking forward to walk on the Golden path in Heaven where we should all strive to join her. God bless her.  Bavaiah Solomon Injety Update : Read the 2017 tribute by Solomon Injety

Anil, Susee and Suha (June 17, 1997) Convocation Hall, University of Toronto Posted by Suhasini

Raju, Anil, Susee (with child: Suha) and Nanny Bibi Posted by Suhasini

Vizag Studios, 1965 For as far as I can remember the 20th of May was both a solemn and joyous occasion in our home. Revered as the day my darling mother Susee Mable entered this Earth and celebrated à la Christmas morning owing to her love, kindness and merriment which enveloped our world. As my Dad, brother and I mark the second May 20th without our beloved, the gulf of sadness is unbearable but continuously soothed by her endless and unforgettable love. Happy Birthday Mummy. May God's light shine upon you. Love you always. Posted by Suhasini

Susee Mable (Chanty) May 20, 1941 - April 13, 2015  One year on. RIP beloved angel. Always remembered and cherished. Forever, Pamula, Anil and Suha

"Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance."—Coco Chanel Posted by Suhasini

A photograph of my beautiful mother standing with her cane, dated August 3, 2007. Posted by Suhasini

I used to suffer from terrible bouts of asthma as a child. The attacks were so bad, that I mercifully have blocked the finer details from memory. My mother Susee Mable, ever so lovingly would stay up all night, keeping watch and desperately try to get her youngest child to breathe. My father exhausted from work, could never stay awake. He would drift into a deep, snore-filled slumber. My brother, bless his heart, tried his best but he was just a kid and would often pass out into a well deserved sleep (the responsibility of looking after his little sister while Mum worked her shifts, fell on his capable young shoulders). Anyone could tell that it was absolute heartbreak for Mum to witness her child suffer so, as it would be for any mother. She never thought much of her own varied health ailments, let alone the exhaustion of: running a household, raising two children, dealing with the foibles of married life and extended kin all whilst delving daily into the rigors of the n...

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Susee aged seventeen Posted by Suhasini

Susee with her student nurses, Sangareddy (1973) Susee with colleagues, District Headquarters Hospital Sangareddy (1973) Susee with her student nurses, District Headquarters Hospital Sangareddy (1973) Student nurse, Vishakhapatnam (1962) Student nurse, Nuzvid (1961) Posted by Suhasini

Lutheran Transfiguration Church, Bhimavaram, August 2, 1971 Dining out circa mid-1980s 43rd Anniversary: August 2, 2014 (See more pics here )  Posted by Raju

Lovely Susee: assorted pics from the Anandaraju family archives Posted by Suhasini

First memory: Yellow flowers in a bed of ice crystals: brown eyes, the closeness and full volume of love, the dewy sweet breath of summer, your face eclipsing the sun. I paced the room quietly, mind racing and heart pounding as images emerged like stills in a vintage projector, a Kodachrome of bright colors and grainy transitions, a lifetime of memories playing out simultaneously: picnicking by the Rideau Canal, camping up at Keswick, Christmases, first days of school, first days of summer, sitting in waiting rooms, waking from surgeries, drinking tea, delicious fish curries, a pristinely white nursing uniform, the cold bite of winter on her cheek, warm hugs and kisses, collectively, a full and complete celebration of life, every moment recorded by memory, magnified and savored, sacred with meaning. That night when I called for an ambulance, I knew in my heart that mom wouldn’t be coming back home. The dispatcher kept me on the line for forty-five minutes assessing the ...