Ashook Ramsaran

My mother was a blessing with a special, loving and caring bond which we, her children, shared with her while we lived in Guyana and continued in USA when she migrated in 1977 with my father. My mother passed away in 2008 while my father a few years earlier. Although we were farming villagers, my mother taught us love with hard realities of discipline with tough love; she taught us to eat and dress well, and how to be clean and neat. And best, of all she taught us those things in her own way to make us remember. She knew each of us individually and cared for us lovingly. My mother faced adversity like a champion. She never complained except for medical problems which were gradually more intense as she advanced in age. After my father passed away, I knew that my mother would feel lonely even though she was living with my sister and her family. I made sure I called her each day no matter where in the world I would be.  She looked forward anxiously to receiving my telephone calls and would proudly tell others with happiness and smiles. Her experiences were sometimes harsh andhave become memorable for us. She showed us strength and resilience and we learned from her how to cope with difficult situations. No matter how harsh or tough, she persevered and survived, and we are all grateful for that. She taught us well in that respect and we will always have fond memories.