Beau­ti­ful mem­o­ries that will re­main in our lives

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Pri­anca loved key­board mu­sic. I would plead with him to treat us to a bit of his pi­ano play­ing oc­ca­sion­ally at his home. The trips we did with our group of friends were mem­o­rable. It was so much fun

Pri­anca would re­mind me to “be still” and make those two Bib­li­cal words my af­fir­ma­tion. To have to­tal reliance in God to see us through this trial

The air is cool and crisp, as a sublime breeze blows from the moun­tain­side to­wards the pa­tio into my room. I think of our dear friend Pri­anca who sud­denly passed away on that Mon­day night, the first of Oc­to­ber.

The week­end be­fore we had re­ceived an e:mail from him, telling us that he would not be able to be with us for Christ­mas as he was on the thresh­old of work­ing on a new ven­ture with a friend. When my neigh­bour from Colombo called us with the news, we were stunned to hear of his sud­den pass­ing. It took us a while to com­pre­hend this sad news about our good friend. I had jogged Pri­anca’s mem­ory, in that last e:mail to him, I re­called the first time we met him at Cal­vary Church, with an­other dear friend Da­mayan­thi Herath, who sadly passed away many years ago in the prime of her life of cancer. Pri­anca was a solemn greeter in church, im­pec­ca­bly dressed, who took his duty as an usher very ded­i­cat­edly. Even though we left Sri Lanka in 2004, we kept in touch via e:mail and phone. Pri­anca and Manique be­came very dear to Hil­lary and me. I think back to the lovely times we spent af­ter church, go­ing to “Car­ni­val” for ice cream. We en­joyed many din­ners and gath­er­ings with our “Cal­vary Friends” in our homes. We rel­ished Black cherry cheese cake, that our sis­ter-in-law Mano in­tro­duced us to, at the newly opened “Don Stan­leys” at that time. We never missed a “Pur­ple Rain”, or a Phil­har­monic Pop con­cert. We lis­tened to lobby mu­sic at ho­tels, just en­joy­ing a fun evening to­gether. Pri­anca loved key­board mu­sic. I would plead with him to treat us to a bit of his pi­ano play­ing oc­ca­sion­ally at his home. The trips we did with our group of friends were mem­o­rable. It was so much fun. Trips to We­li­mada, Habarana and World’s end was such a chat­ter­ing and scin­til­lat­ing ex­pe­ri­ence. I re­mem­ber most clearly how we ended up at a tourist bun­ga­low in Anu­rad­ha­pura dur­ing one of those sud­denly thought of long week end trips. De­spite the not so com­fort­able at­mos­phere, we en­joyed the loud taped mu­sic of the Gyp­sies, while we laughed at each joke, or some amus­ing story, while we swat­ted mosquitoes and ate ev­ery morsel of food that was pre­pared for us. There were many an im­promptu trip we did to­gether. The in-depth con­ver­sa­tions on so­cial is­sues, and re­li­gion, ra­tio­nal­ized ex­pla­na­tions that Pri­anca gave us to clear our minds. Pri­anca loved God deeply and would not miss hear­ing His word at any given op­por­tu­nity. It’s hard to talk about the once so happy times, but our minds are the repos­i­to­ries of all those lovely mem­o­ries of friends who have left us. They will al­ways be vivid and present in our lives. Pri­anca was such a car­ing brother to Manique.

In his quiet, un­ob­tru­sive way, he did all that he could as a son, and a brother, a giv­ing nephew to his Aunt, and also to any friend who needed his help.

He, as our friend un­der­stood all the up­heavals Hil­lary and I were go­ing through re­gard­ing our home in Colombo, the home where we spent many a time of to­geth­er­ness and joy with our crowd of friends. Pri­anca would re­mind me to “be still” and make those two Bib­li­cal words my af­fir­ma­tion.

To have to­tal reliance in God to see us through this trial. He had a very real and deep faith in God. Pri­anca’s earthly life has ended. He is now past the moon and the stars. He is with Christ, In Heaven. He is now in the most pro­found ver­sion of home.

We thank God for the most beau­ti­ful mem­o­ries of our times with you Pri­anca. All the pre­cious images from the stream of time will re­main in the prism of our mem­ory for al­ways. GOOD­BYE DEAR­EST FRIEND. WE WILL SURELY SEE YOU AGAIN. CHAR­MAINE & HIL­LARY

CANDAPPA.

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