Obituary of Lystra Jean Gangaram

My mother was Lystra Jean Gangaram (her maiden name Madhosingh) She was an honest, loving, kind, generous, independent and beautiful human being. She truly believed in living a full life that followed with an experience filled with wisdom, knowledge, forgiveness and acceptance of all people, welcoming them with open arms. She always was making the time to help others who were less fortunate and kept them in her prayers asking the Lord to bless and protect them always.

My mother’s greatest influence was her Ma (Her Grandma) who raised her with her father after her mother passed away when she was very young. My mother had been taught from a young age how to handle life, death and joy. She was extremely intelligent and wise for her age and this only flourished over time as she got older. Many relatives always came to her for suggestions and information on family history and she always knew who everyone was, who their parents were and who their children were. My mother had the whole family tree like a blueprint in her mind. She even told me the story about my royal ancestors from the 1800’s which I loved hearing about.

My mother was religious and had a firm belief in God. She placed her life in God’s hands at a young age for Him to show her, her true purpose in life and all who surrounded her as she matured into a lady with values and morals. My mother read her bible and prayed religiously. She donated clothing, food and money to various charities. My mother was a seamstress designing and sewing clothes for people and she loved to bake goods for her friends and family. She made me some amazing Halloween costumes like Batman and Zorro. In the winter, she made me a Superman snowsuit.

My mother was a hard worker and was strong in sales and office administration. She once worked in the Ontario Premier’s Office and later at Fotomat.  When I was born, my mother decided to quit working and raise me at home. She was my teacher, my friend and my divine influence in becoming the person I am today. I learned how to read and  do basic math at the age of 2. My mother believed in planning ahead and preparing for challenges that we encounter in our lives.

My mother and I were inseparable. We shared a telepathic bond and we always knew when either one of us was happy, sad or in pain. She was there when I was sick, when I was hurt, when I was alone and she prayed for me every day and night. I did the same for her until the end. My mother was my biggest fan of my music, my songwriting, my poetry and later my newly created website. She was my strongest influence in being an honest, respectful and a giving person. I volunteered my time, my efforts and my sacrifices to help those in need as well as those who could use a great friend to listen and offer suggestions for a possible solution to face obstacles in their everyday lives.

I am thankful I was able to share the following dedication poem from my website with my Mother before she passed to let her know that she was the very reason why I decided to create a website and a blog geared to helping people with personal development and keeping good habits. My mother was very touched by the sentiment and we kissed and hugged each other. Before her passing, she shared with my father that she wanted me to successful with my website and be independent

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This website is all because of you, Mother,
You raised & took care of me like no other.
Nurturing me with peace, wisdom & love,
Blessed with you by God in Heaven above.
You were always there in my darkest days,
Took my hand to lead me & show the way.
You were the sunshine after the dull rains,
Making me smile to take away my pains.
Thank you for all you have done for me,
Positive changes opened my eyes to see.
Mother, thank you for your loving heart,
You taught me ways to make a fresh start.

My mother, Lystra Jean Gangaram will always be missed by her son, Rakesh and husband Prem. She will always live within our hearts and we will continue our tradition for what we stood for as a family and follow God’s word.

By Rakesh Gangaram and Prem Gangaram