Wednesday, May 18, 2022
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The patriarch of the Pawaroo family, Mr Hardat Pawaroo, have departed but did not leave us, he will forever live in our hearts. We will cherish the great memories he left for the past 91 years. He was indeed a great example of a perfect son, brother, brother in law, father, father in law, grandfather, acting grandmother (to Nick and Jerry), uncle, cousin and most of all everyone’s best friend. I’m sure he’s with Mamee, Nana, Nanee his brothers and all his loved ones that left before him.
My fondest memory of him was when I was a little girl, whenever he sees me he have to pinch my cheeks and before I could say ouch, he reaches into his pocket and gives me money. Whenever he goes to Georgetown he will stop in by us at Golden Fleece and before he leaves he would empty his pocket of all the change he had and we would rush to our piggy bank and save it for Christmas. Then when we get together at Bengal he’s not happy until he cut the biggest watermelon and have all the kids finish it, same goes for the bananas, he would get the best bunch and we had to eat it to make him happy.
Now visiting his home at number 71 village we would first get candy from the shop, then there would be a big cooking competition between him and Mamee and we had to say who’s curry was the best. That was a tough decision because they were both good cooks. He treated or I should say spoiled his nieces and nephews like a grandparent spoil their grandchildren.
When he migrated to Canada and he learned how to take the bus to New York he would visit us in the summer and our children got attached to him and missed him when he couldn’t take the bus anymore. They called him Canada Nana.
Mamoo we will pray for your soul and I have no doubt that Lord Krishna have already granted you Moksha.
