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In Memory of

Prabha Seetharaman

December 5, 1936 - March 28, 2015

Obituary


Prabha Seetharaman was born on December 5, 1936 in India to S. Ramasubramanian & S. Parvatham and passed away on March 28, 2015 in Hanford, California at the age of 78.

Amma was an outgoing person who loved to talk to people. She always wanted to be surrounded by friends and family at all times. She was very sensitive and a loving person . She showed her love by cooking delicious food for an army of children and grandchildren.

We were introduced to classical music very early in life and she made...

Prabha Seetharaman was born on December 5, 1936 in India to S. Ramasubramanian & S. Parvatham and passed away on March 28, 2015 in Hanford, California at the age of 78.

Amma was an outgoing person who loved to talk to people. She always wanted to be surrounded by friends and family at all times. She was very sensitive and a loving person . She showed her love by cooking delicious food for an army of children and grandchildren.

We were introduced to classical music very early in life and she made sure that her passion for music was passed on to her children and her grandchildren.
Some of the best memories of her have been when all of us would be taken along to musical concerts with her and she would quiz us about the pieces later. This interest in music has stayed with all of us! She had set such high standards for herself in always being well groomed so much so, she would be annoyed if her children were not well turned out.

Amma was born at Devakottai,Tamilnadu and was educated in a convent school and was taught by British nuns. She lost her mother at the tender age of 10 years. When she was 16 years of age she got married and had to move all the way to the northern part of India, she adapted herself to a totally new place and learned the local language and cuisine.

She was forgiving and gracious and forever serving everyone without any expectations. Her affectionate behavior led to others exploiting her weakness. She showed her affections by cooking the most delicious food. Her love for music was similarly tremendous and in her spare time she always was listening to classical music and was a good exponent of Indian classic music. She also taught music and Aniruddha her last grandchild indeed learned from her. She had a fetish for cleanliness and was forever dusting.

No words are adequate enough to describe what my patti meant to me, how much I love her, or how I feel now that she has left us. All that remains is a hole in My Heart that can never be filled. In a more positive light, she left me with three important lessons: 1) Be unassuming, but not to the point of naivety, 2) Be selfless, but not to the point of self harm, 3) Be loving without bound If I can embody these lessons during my lifetime, I will be lucky to be half the person she was. She has 5 brothers and 1 sister, 3 children; oldest child is- Mohan(son), next child- Shobhana(daughter) and the youngest child-Ashok (son) , 7 grandchildren; Smita, Aaditya, Parvati, Swati, Aparna, Achintya, Aniruddha and 1 great-grandson; Yash.

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In Remembrance of Pati

Brooklyn, New York
March 31, 2015

She's gone. My grandmother, my Pati, she's gone.

She's taken a road unpaved and unfathomable by those of us who still live on this Earth that is governed by the rules of nature and the sentiments of those who still draw breath.

"How is she?"

"Where is she?"

"Does she know that we fruitlessly persist in our thoughts and prayers for her?"

The truth is that I don't know and none of us ever will. So I sit here, in my room, listening to Oasis to inspire a truly fitting eulogy for a woman whose capability to love was unbounded and unfettered.

A eulogy can be spoken, sung, or written - but its purpose remains the same: to evoke those sweet memories that transport you to a place where the departed live on. So, my friend, let me recant a memory that transports me to a time and place where my loving grandmother will forever live on'''

We three of us sat in her room. Above us, the fan spun in lazy repetition. Orange hues of a fading sun flooded through the large, rectangular windows illuminating her face and accentuating the happiness that was perceivable through her wide smile. Pati's smile was always unique. No other individual can show as much affection as she did through that simple human act. I guess that was because her smile was not bounded by the corners of her mouth. No. Pati's smile was her mouth, her dimples, and her eyes that had the powerful and contagious effect of lifting your spirits even if you were in the deepest pits of misery. She was happy today because the three of us were there to sing: Me, my baby brother, and her.

Singing was her favorite hobby. That and listening to others sing. Although Pati had been trained in Carnatic Music, she enjoyed all music where melodies and harmonies were sculpted by human voice. On more than one occasion, I sang songs ranging from Kishore Kumar to the Beatles for her enjoyment. She was never a critic, only one for encouragement. So when Munna and I sat crosslegged, in front of her, she was truly excited to share that love of music with us. Munna and I opened our books, brought out pencils, and sang after her, following her instruction and carefully transcribing that valuable knowledge that she had imparted, into words. I wish that I could give attention to detail and tell you about the songs we sang, the words she said, but my memory doesn't have that capability. Rather, I can only describe that moment that I have done so above. For me, this is a moment in time that I can remember Pati because she was without pain or suffering. This was a moment where I couldn't have been happier - and, perhaps it is biased for me to say so, it is a moment, I believe, that she undoubtedly cherished.

There you have it, my friend, a tangible memory that I have shared with you to secure her remembrance within the pages of this diary and the walls of my consciousness.

Pati, some words for you now, wherever you might be: I will always remember your courage, strength, compassion, happiness, forgiveness, patience, and love. I will use these traits that uniquely defined you to power my goals and dreams that I had promised to you and those that I have yet to promise.

Let me conclude this remembrance with the words I left you with while I sat beside you clasping your hand:

"I will be your shining star on earth as you will be mine in the sky above."

With great pain & fullest love,
Achintya