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Inez Sourjah

6 oktober 1929 - 8 september 2021

The ultimate hostess, gardner & seamstress. Inez loved to care for others. Her & her soulmate, Robert, loved to entertain. The house was always filled with laughter.

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2021-09-11 21:44:04 schreef:

We were at Trinity. Lalin, with a few of my classmates, was one of the brothers I never had. I did not meet his parents then, but then, after we left school and got in to our first jobs, I shared a small room in Ratmalana with our dear Gihan (and the landlord’s son), and, some evenings, we sauntered over to Aunty Inez and Uncle Robert’s place just two lanes away – admittedly, because they had the only colour TV on the block (if my memory serves right, it was a state-of-the-art Saba). I saw very little of Uncle Robert – he usually worked late, caring for his patients. Aunty Inez was there with her lovely smile, she always made us feel welcome, with such grace and generosity and those delicious meals. Apart from Lalin’s innate mischievousness, I see all those wonderful traits that Aunty Inez and Uncle Robert have imparted on their boys. They are such great chaps, and I’m infinitely lucky that Lalin’s my friend and will always be. I’d like to believe that Aunty Inez and Uncle Robert are back together, happy in each other’s presence. They have left such a great legacy, the world’s a better place because of them. I miss them, and am thinking of them, sad, but blessed.

2021-09-11 21:44:04 schreef: We were at Trinity. Lalin, with a few of my classmates, was one of the brothers I never had. I did not meet his parents then, but then, after we left school and got in to our first jobs, I shared a small room in Ratmalana with our dear Gihan (and the landlord’s son), and, some evenings, we sauntered over to Aunty Inez and Uncle Robert’s place just two lanes away – admittedly, because they had the only colour TV on the block (if my memory serves right, it was a state-of-the-art Saba). I saw very little of Uncle Robert – he usually worked late, caring for his patients. Aunty Inez was there with her lovely smile, she always made us feel welcome, with such grace and generosity and those delicious meals. Apart from Lalin’s innate mischievousness, I see all those wonderful traits that Aunty Inez and Uncle Robert have imparted on their boys. They are such great chaps, and I’m infinitely lucky that Lalin’s my friend and will always be. I’d like to believe that Aunty Inez and Uncle Robert are back together, happy in each other’s presence. They have left such a great legacy, the world’s a better place because of them. I miss them, and am thinking of them, sad, but blessed.

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