Teera´s Blogs


A DOG PURPOSE !!!!!

posted Mar 8, 2017, 3:05 PM by Indu Upasena   [ updated Mar 8, 2017, 3:06 PM ]

A  devoted dog discovers the purpose of its existence. Must-see inspirational movie based on the notion that dogs exist to be of service to humans and how one dog's voice is enthusiastically articulated. Must see inspirational movie. 

It is so beautiful to see the hand of God at work. 

 
While watching the movie I couldn't help but think about the book God Spelled Backwards: The Journey of an Actress into the World of Dog Rescue. Please check the website www.sylvakelegian.com.
 
This meaningful movie  took me back to memory lane!!!!   I fell in love with a sad-eyed Golden Retriever and took him in when a friend found him on the street and brought him  to my home. The poor thing was so scared, dirty and thirsty. I named him Rover.It was obvious Rover was brutally beaten and thrown out of a home, as he ran to  hiding whenever I picked up a broom to sweep the floor.
 
More details will be revealed in my follow up book 'DIVINE CONNECTIONS”

When my daughter Shirlene got divorced I had no choice but to leave Rover with my brother's family in Fresno as I made the decision to move to an apartment to stay close to her. Sadly pets were not allowed there but thankfully the whole family loved Rover very much which took a load off me.
 
A few months later when Shirlene met Gary, I then realized she didn't need me around anymore, so  planned to move back to my house and bring Rover back. I was excited and dreamed how happy Rover would be come home again. Two weeks prior to the move I got shocking news. Rover got hit by a truck and passed away. That broke my heart into pieces.

I was not prepared to put myself through more heart aches by adopting another, but took care of friends’ dogs when they had to leave town. During the time I looked after my actress friend Vivian's Dog Lola, as she had to leave the country for a while,. when Vivian came back to pick her up, Lola ran and got in to her jeep without a moment’s hesitation.
 
I was amazed at Lola's obedience and devotion.

It was almost the same story when I took care of Cody, my front house neighbor Tanner's dog the time they went out of town. Cody sat in my front yard and kept looking at their house every day until they came back. Cody ran wagging his tale nonstop so happy his loving family was back. Lucky for me they were well-trained dogs.

I couldn't say that about Rover and Tigger. When I walked them some animal lovers ask with a smile. “WHO WALKS WHO "  I enjoy them walking me and walk with me as they bring "SUNSHINE" to my life.

They teaches us to LOVE  and LAUGH.

 
When Tigger came along, I fell in Love with the little poodle. He was lost and was roaming around the streets when a neighbor found and brought him to me. When Shirlene met Tigger, without a beat, she said Rover died, re-incarnated and came back as Tigger. Yes! Just like in the movie how Bailey found Ethan after many lifetimes, many years later.
 
Dogs  are fascinating and their intelligence is phenomenal. Please watch this amazing love story, and buy the book to support those who are making it their call to protect the humans' best friend from inhuman cruelty.

Covenant House California - A WARM HOME FOR HOMELESS.

posted Dec 29, 2016, 7:11 PM by Indu Upasena

I want to share the good news about the place called Covenant House California that reach out to the homeless youth live in isolation in great need to be seen.

We are often too busy to be bothered, but should pay attention and support those who are making every effort to make the world a better place for this generation and the generations to come.  One cannot even begin to articulate how these young fragile lives are challenged in many ways physically and physiologically.

The Covenant House California (CHC) is a non-profit organization whose mission is to reach out to homeless youth at-risk. They offer shelter, opportunities to abused neglected vulnerable youth that had been thrown out of their homes or aged-out of the foster care system. CHC does everything possible to help turn their lives around.

Recently I visited the CHC, in Hollywood; I was so touched by their compassionate work for a very long time and supported them as their commitment, reminded me of the WELCOME HOUSE IN SRI LANKA SAVED MY LIFE, MY SANITY THAT KEPT ME FROM FALLING APART.

I was wondering if there is anything I could do to help, so I met Tom Bagwell the assistant Development Director and Amanda Sattler the Chief development and communications officer. Tom gladly gave me a tour and explained to me of the amazing work they do.

I left saying to myself, America must invest more in organizations like CHC that give opportunity to those who have no one to turn to (The need to invest in organizations like CHC is enormous as they see the potential in every young person they serve)


The warm atmosphere and the perfect environment make way for them for a life of Hope and fulfilment. The CHC inspire and achieve their goal to make a tremendous difference.

The jails are overcrowded with lost talented youth because nobody CARED.

I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do to show to any human being let me do it for I shall not pass this way again.  quote by (Etienne de Grellet) is worth recalling. 

Thank you.

Please check WWW.COVENANTHOUSECALIFORNIA.ORG for more information.

Walking ENCLOPEDIA

posted Aug 6, 2016, 1:15 AM by Indu Upasena

RICHARD ROFFMAN  WAS BORN ON 26TH APRIL 1943. HE PASSED AWAY ON THE 22ND JULY 2016.

Christmas day 2013 was a cloudy day for me and those around me. But for Richard Roffman it was not one of those days. He brought sunshine to my life by leaving a very uplifting  message on my answering machine when least expected, which also gave new meaning to Santa Claus coming to town. He gave me Hope when Hope was needed. It was also a reminder God/Universe doesn't give us what we want, but what we need.

The details will be revealed in my  follow up book "DIVINE CONNECTIONS' I am grateful he crossed my path. Rick copy edited my story in one day. He once told me "Teera! by copy editing your story  I found my call Since then he edited many manuscripts and found joy and fulfillment.

Rick was ready when God called his name. He was very sad when his good friend John Buchak passed away. Rick liked the way John lived and died .He wished  to die the same way and his wish came true.

Rick edited 6 of John's Mystery stories he had been writing for 20 years  He gave John the confidence and the support he needed to publish them months before he peacefully passed away. They made a connection during the time. Rick mentioned to me few times that he really missed John's  company. All of us attended the meetings of The Independent writers of Southern California (IWOS) at the Crown book store miss John very much as he was a grateful humble soul with a heart of gold.


Something very unique about Rick was his ability to laugh at himself when he related the personnel stories/challenges  He used every opportunity to pass his knowledge. I listened to him for many hours and was fascinated by his brilliant intellect. He didn't believe in the new technology. TV, COMPUTERS or CELL phones, but had the capacity to have his writings published without them. Recently when he appeared on channel 9 news, I watched him in amazement. I received the last article he published few days ago in mail.

He was very concerned about the well being of those who are suffering with Alzhemer's disease. Rick believed  they should be given
the freedom to live and die with dignity He spoke about it passionately and used president Reagan as an example and how the president didn't even know who he was once he got  Alzheimer's disease. I agree with Rick and hope I would have the opportunity to pass his message of Love and dignity for all humanity. There were times I noticed him walking as if he carried a heavy weight on his shoulder.

Rick was once called a walking (enclopedia) at an IWOS meeting for his memory of historical events. He certainly was. Rick mailed me letters and articles he wrote.I read them and wrote back to him with my feedback. I was fascinated by his deep clear voice. Once it gave me a bright idea. I wrote a few lines of the song LOVE LETTERS IN THE SAND' sung by Pat Boone and mailed it to him. Couple of days later he called me and ask 'do you want to hear me sing a song" I said Yes He sang the verse I wrote to him like  a happy kid. I am glad I was able to bring out the kid in him.

Rick was not interested in writing a book or his story. So I made a binder with some of his brilliant writings.
When I presented it to him he turned the pages like a child who found a toy who had been wanting all his life. He asked me to keep it for him. It was my pleasure to pass it on to his amazingly beautiful and gracious daughter Lara at his funeral  services. I am certain on his way to heaven, he was taking a peak at all of us gathered to honor his life on earth to witness his precious daughter's smile when she accepted the binder.

Rick started as a student at Syracuse University in NY  and later worked there a as a Teacher.. He told me with a big smile that he met Joe Biden during the time and that he communicated with him even when he became the vice President.

I  sincerely believe Richard Roffman's story should be told because they way I see it has the potential to  change the world of many  people who may be brilliant artists, but have not have the opportunity to exploit the gifts they were born with.

Our story begins at HOME

May his soul rest in Peace.

PEOPLE POPE TOUCHED THE WORLD...

posted May 11, 2016, 12:00 AM by Indu Upasena

Three days after my book came out on Amazon, I received an e-mail from my friend Asoka stating that he managed to get me a souvenir during Pope Paul's visit to Sri Lanka. I was so honored by his genuine gesture. The fact that we hardly communicated, also, Asoka being a person of strong Buddhist faith, taking so much trouble to obtain the souvenir for me touched my soul deeply. I really wanted to own it as soon as possible.
 
Apparently the non judgmental People Pope Francis has touched the world as no other Pope ever did with powerful words of wisdom by expressing his unconditional love and compassion for all humanity.
 
I read an article about how Pope Francis recently went to wash and kiss the feet of prisoners. In our society today prisoners are not perceived as human beings, but as lost souls who have no hope. They are cast aside, and yet the Pope went to demonstrate that their worthiness is equal to everyone else's. We learnt early on in traditional Christianity that we are not worthy, and that we ' don't deserve'
 
He didn't just preach the word but he is living the word just like Jesus did.
 
The day after a call came when I least expected.
 
I was offered an assignment to accompany an elderly disabled lady and settle her in a luxurious retirement medical facility in SRI LANKA.
 
I accepted the assignment cheerfully to bring peace and joy to two special people in my life, and amazingly, I found so much joy in return. Through the pressures, failures and frustrations, Pat and I accomplished the mission of publishing my memoir. I cannot even begin to articulate how exhausted I was at the time. All I had in mind was to catch up with lost sleep for too long, but I knew it was time to give back with a heart filled with joy and tranquility. The thought of the precious souvenir Asoka got for me uplifted me even more.
 
THE ASSIGNMENT TURNED OUT TO BE THE LONG OVERDUE real VACATION I NEEDED BADLY.
 
After settling the lady, I visited my brother Marcus and his wife Charlotte. They were sitting down at their front patio with big smiles.  Both of them looked so at peace. I have no doubt the “Thank you” note I sent him along with the manuscript Pat prepared neatly made him so happy
 
When his grand daughter Dinuli visited them prior to my visit she had read the note to him loud and clear. She said his face lit up. I felt like he never stopped smiling since then. When I make a decision to go with the flow, everything seems to fall in place.
 
Gratitude, understanding and compassion make the world a better place for all humanity!
 
It was a very uplifting experience to handover the book personally to some family and friends who were there for me at the darkest season of my life.
 
My friend Manel was so surprised that I remembered her being kind to me. We lost touch with each other for a long time. She too lost her husband under tragic circumstances. Apparently, her husband Nihal happened to know Maxie long before I did.
 
During a Browns Group friends gathering Manel said “Teera always starts saying a serious story and ends up laughing” as I did during this trip. Now I wonder if I had a BRAIN FREEZE to be able to laugh as she says I did. I couldn't help but laugh when Manel related the story of Maxie forging the signature of Prime Minister Dudley Senanayake, which reminded me of the movie “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN”.

I said “May be in a place like United States he would have got famous for his brilliant intellect and the capacity to impersonate doctors, lawyers, even politicians.” I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of being married to a character like Maxie and learn how clueless I was of most of the scams he pulled.
 
I enjoyed the freedom since I fled from Sri Lanka in 1980. More interesting details will be revealed in my follow up book DIVINE CONNECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Since the civil war had ended 6 or more years ago, I felt the serenity all over I visited. It was great to learn that now they hold Rotary conferences in a beautiful beach resort in Wadduwa, which used to be a hidden village unheard at the time I grew up there. I was impressed over and over by the green and clean island, and its amazing people.
 
For one, you don't hear all the pervasive irritating honking. There is no road rage. Sri Lanka is and will always be the beautiful island I grew up in, regardless of where I end up. Sir Arthur C. Clarke once said the Island of Ceylon (former name) is a small universe.
 
So together with millions around the world, who believe in peace over conflict, love over hate, show kindness to all every step of the way as we put our lives back together. Let me tell you, we grow resilient after every adversity, so as it is for a bone to heal to be much stronger after a fracture.
 
I left home because I had to. Sometimes decisions are already made for us. We are courageous and wait until enough is enough, and until we run out of choices. Whatever the truth we believe in, to be able to feel the pain of another human struggle, and rejoice in the joy of another human's triumph is what makes us human even when we are miles away. 

MY STORYBOOK CAME OUT ON AMAZON LAST YEAR. AMAZINGLY, SO MANY HAVE READ, AND HAVE PASSED ON THE STORY TO THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY ALIKE.

HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN

posted Apr 19, 2016, 12:15 PM by Indu Upasena   [ updated May 10, 2016, 11:44 PM ]

 My sister Mary Bridget  joined  Marcus 11 days after his departure.She was a beautiful woman and was proud about her looks and strong character. She passed away on the 16th morning as our family in US were making plans to-gather to pay respect for Marcus.. It was a celebration of their  lives on earth and  turned out to be a pleasant evening. Who would have thought I would be writing my heart out so soon as I had just finished sharing a tribute I wrote in my brother Marcus's honor with friends and family on the 11th April. The same day the services were held to honor our brother Cyril several years ago. They sacrificed and accomplished so much in their own ways.

Their characters were so different, but they admired and cared for each other. Marcus and  Mary Bridget were one year apart in age and had a close bond as they grew up together during tough times. They silently carried some of the weight to help parents bring us up came after them. Marcus once related the times they chopped firewood together.  Bridget too built a house for her daughter.. She was very proud to live in a home designed by her younger brother Marcus.She planted coconut and, King coconut trees , Banana trees (Plantain)  and vegetable in her back yard with her bear hands Her front yard was filled with beautiful flowers. She walked the earth bare foot and spent an enormous amount of time at the yard  fertilizing and watering them. Bridget offered king coconut water from one of her trees to me on a previous visit. 

She cooked from scratch and served tasty food with pride. We all loved her cooking. Her house was always clean! spotless.
 
When I heard the news I found peace with the pleasant thoughts and said to myself they joined together and on the "HIGH WAY TO HEAVEN" .Many decades later I have come to the conclusion that  there is no purgatory in between heaven and earth as we were taught.. Once we were followers. My experiences made me learn that the choices we make create heaven or hell on earth. Sometimes the choices are made for us.  We all have to carry some kind of a cross through our lifesjourney  It is how we handle them determines our charactor guides us to our destinations.  No body is spared. 

Mary Bridget never had the opportunity the enjoy the childhood. She had to grow up faster than no kid should. She was married to a stranger at a very young age. Father  believed he would make a better husband than the guy she was dating,.Her wedding shock the village. Mary looked so beautiful walking down the isle, but not even a sad smile. She leaned to love him over time . Her husband Andrew was a agreeable man and they were good together. He read a lot and always saved me the 'Readers Digest' to take with me when I visited their home at the time they provided shelter to two of my children.

She had a lot of heartaches and sadness over the years. Her son Christopher passed away when he was one year old due to a rare health condition. Many years later her eldest son Anthony  got into a mother cycle accident and died on his way to way home from work. No mother should have to bury a child.   She moved on as if she perfected an invisible shield around her that got her through the worst times. I spent quite a lot of time with her during my last trip to Srilanka. At the time she was very feeble, but as far as she was concerned I was still her innocent meek little sister. She didn't like the dress I was wearing, and made me change into one of her dresses she preferred me to wear. I brought it with me, and like the way I look when I put it on some evenings.

She took care of our parents at her home in their final years. Her daughter Marie and her husband took great care of her to the end. 

I was honored when she gave me Pappa's wedding ring for keep sake and made the same statement mother made when I fled from Srilanka, that we may not see each other again. They were both right.

The more I open up to our differences, I feel  even more connected to the complexity to our divine nature. The (UNIVERSE) U (GOD)!!

Tribute to a man of great COURAGE and COMPASSION

posted Apr 6, 2016, 4:26 PM by Indu Upasena   [ updated Apr 11, 2016, 8:28 PM ]

My brother Marcus de Fonseka passed away on the  5th April 2016. He was born on the 21st November 1931.
It was his time, and my time to write my heart out again.

It is an honor, tremendous joy and a priviledge to say something worthwhile on behalf of a 'HERO'  who put his life on line to stand up for those who couldn't fight for themselves . He forgave the enemies with genunine love in his heart. Exact charactices of Jesus. I was amazed by his wisdom, patience, understanding and great concern.  He came to my rescue miraculously when least expected that lead  me carry on  with  COURAGE learning that I was not walking alone.  Courage give us abaility to look within and transform our pain into LOVE.  
 

As my nephew  Indu says  He was very proud to design and build HOMES for his three children ! not Houses. Marcus  was a brilliant artist. He followed  father's footsteps, and became an architect at a very early age. To my  knowledge he was the first man designed American Style house in Srilkanka.
 
While growing up, Marcus made life fun for us. I remember how he made us sit in a Rickshaw and pulled us all over the yard like a  humble Rickshaw man. His was a fun loving guy. His house was always filled with music. and laughter. When he was a teenager he used to go swimming with his friend Hugo almost every Saturday.  One Saturday father didn't alllow Marcus to join his friend as he needed Marcus' help at home.  They were both disappointed , but father gave them no choice, so Hugo left .When he didn't come home that evening, Hugo's family got concerned came to our house looking for him.   
 
Next morning some fisherman  found his remains by the seashore. We were told that a strong current dragged him to the deep waters.. When pappa heard the news, he said  that day “God saved Marcus's life'" Marcus  and Hugo were known basically  to have glued to each other when they explored the deep blue ocean. I was very little, but it broke my heart to see how Marcus fell apart at his best friend’s funeral.
 
He never hesitated to fight for justice.  Many decades later  I remember, re-live and relate some  memories to celebrate his life on earth . He said he couldn't rest until he put me in that air plane to join my brother Cyril in America. He genuinely cared.. I cannot even begin to articulate how blessed I feel he was my brother. A guradian Angel!
 
I had sent him a “Thank you” note as his family informed me he may not live too long.  In sincere gratitude  made a list of some of  the sacrifices he made for me.  Amazingly his granddaughter Dinuli  lives in England ,happened to visit him during the time, read the note to him loud and clear. She said his face lit up.
 
I had the opportunity to visit him few days after my Story book life story  was publisehd. He never stopped smiling during the short visit.  I knew the “Thank you” note was the reason for the warm smile.  It was more like sending flowers while he was still here on earth so he could smell them.

I showed him the book, and he looked at the cover then turned to me with a look of calm delight. 

He didn't need to read my story. He knew my story! 

HE WAS A PEACE MAKER!

May his soul rest in peace.

Marcus adorded our eldest brother Cyril passed away on the 7th April 1997.. We all gathered to honor him during his funeral services on the 11th April 1997 took place in Fresno California.. TODAY 19 years ago.

Arthur & Heather

posted Jan 8, 2016, 7:55 PM by Indu Upasena

We had the joy and privilege of knowing Teera since 1967, when she worked for Brown & Company , Amparai. She was an efficient secretary, hard working and reliable....totally dedicated to her family, work and friends. We walked alongside her in good times and bad. We shared her sorrow and experienced her quite yet strong charactor and determination to rise above her inexplicable suffering and sorrow.

Sadly we lost contact with each other a few years after that horrendeous incident in her life, as we moved away from Srilanka to different countries. Destiny saw us reconnected after many years, through mutual friends and although divided by vast distances, through email contact and Teera's book, we have been able to pick up our friendship.Time and distance have not been obsticles and we have had the joy of sharing and reconnecting.

Teera is a gifted writer and the gift is more powerful as it is factual and real....

Christmas Memories..

posted Jan 1, 2016, 6:40 PM by Indu Upasena

Once my children and I got re-united in United States, Christmas season became an uplifting season to sing carols, enjoy the time with co-workers, friends and family.  However, having to deal with the traditional gift exchange, put a lot of stress on me. It took away the joy because I didn’t have time or the money to keep up Most of all I didn't believe in this tradition. I would rather share the blessings with children and less fortunate. For me it seemed like Christmas was hi-jacked by a strange force.

On the 23rd afternoon, I received an invitation from the Peiris Family to join them for Christmas lunch. Their parents Walter and Theresa, my brother Marcus's sister in law and her husband opened their doors to me and my family when I was discharged from the Amparai hospital. The invitation came from Leonard and Carmon. Two of their children now live here in the U.S. I dreaded Christmas and holidays since I lost my husband under tragic circumstances, and never looked forward to vacations either. Work was the only place I enjoyed that kept me busy. 

This year was different. It was a good year. My book came out many years later after years of hard work.

I was also very pleased that the barrier between Pat and I came to an end on the 22nd of February, the day the book was published. Two people oceans apart was so at peace with the final outcome of the work we did together diligently for almost five years.  MAY GLORY BE TO GOD FOR THE DIVINE GUIDANCE/connections.

When my son Damian asked me what my plans were for Christmas, I told him I want to GO WITH THE FLOW. On Christmas eve, I spent a quiet time with Tigger, my dog. Just the two of us had a peaceful time sitting together watching Christmas movies and listening to Christmas Carols.

The Peiris family offered to pick me up from my son Jude's house and drop me off at my daughter Shirlene's. This made it even more pleasant, as I have a hard time driving in the nights these days. I was the Peiris family’s only guest. They treated me with love and compassion at the darkest time of my life, and it was an awesome privilege to hand them over a copy of my book with a “Thank you” note on Christmas day. It turned out to be a great afternoon filled with laughter. The food and drinks which were prepared and served with love was so delicious too. We went through the memory lane and they came up with some details of the things that happened during the time I was comatose. Those statements gave me goose bumps. More details will be revealed on my follow-up book “Divine Connections”.

Leonard and Carmon still call me Bubby akka. (Akka means older sister) even though I am suppose to be their aunty. They were little kids at the time I was attending Ignatius of Loyola College in Amparai, and I was about 16 years old. I used to stop by their house after school to hang around with the little ones. They thought I looked good in my school uniform. They said they all loved me and liked the way I looked, because I was thin, tall and pretty. 

I never intended to be the center of attraction, but that day, I enjoyed the attention and the true spirit of Christmas by showing them gratitude for the compassion and love shown to me by their parents, the true meaning of Christmas. I couldn't think of a better place I'd rather be than with their family. I also found out Carmon's husband Asoka was in the Police force. He offered to re-open the case with the help of his co-offices back home. My children were so happy to hear the news. 

26th I came back to my apartment in LA and rested, but was so at PEACE...

On 27th Morning, Takisha Texted me that she was coming by for rehearsal. Takisha is the 15 year old girl who sings the star spangled banner like no one else. Her parents dropped her off at my place. I spent the whole afternoon with her. She sang more songs to me and sounded even more powerful. Her amazing voice is getting better and better each day. She said my presence made her sing with confidence. Her parents came to pick her up  in the evening with a box full of cooked food for me to last the whole week.

It turned out to be a Christmas to remember with a smile.

AN EPITOME OF LOVE!

posted Dec 30, 2015, 4:12 PM by Indu Upasena   [ updated Dec 30, 2015, 4:29 PM ]

My cousin brother Douglas Perera passed away on the 5th December 2015 at the age of 93. He was born on the 14th November 1922.

DOUGLAS ENCOURAGED ME MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE FAMILY TO WRITE MY STORY BOOK LIFE STORY. 

His mom Clara was an EPITOME OF LOVE.

Aunt Clara was my mom’s older sister. She became a single mother at the age of 16. She embraced her God-given assignment with great Love. I have never seen her angry or distracted, so was Douglas. She sowed the seeds of greatness in him and lived to enjoy the fruits. She proved to the world that pure love and commitment of a single parent is more powerful than two distracted parents. 

Aunt Clara was a very beautiful, gracious and witty lady.  We all loved her for she was always there when we needed a shoulder to cry on.

After working on my story for a long time, I felt like I didn't belong to the category of Motherhood. I was more like a social worker. For many years I moved my children from place to place, something social workers do with orphan children. More will be reveled in my follow up book “Divine Connections”.

During the time I was anxiously waiting to migrate to US, I was informed by the U.S. Embassy that papers for my Visa were already sent to the American Embassy in Sri Lanka. As I didn't hear from them for a while, out of great concern I stopped by at Douglas’ office in Slave Island for advice. He gave one call to the Embassy and my papers were released immediately. He was a very considerate man of great integrity.

Douglas was a great mentor to all of us, especially my brothers. I was amazed and touched by his wisdom, patience, and understanding. When his children made mistakes, he blamed himself. It takes a big man to take the blame for others actions, even actions of your own children!  He made a difference, and left a legacy to this generation and all future generations.

He studied at St. Peter's College. Once graduated, he was employed by Elephant House, which later changed its name to Ceylon Cold Stores, a very prominent establishment in Sri Lanka. Douglas was highly respected and appreciated for his dedication.  He played for their cricket team, and also encouraged me a lot when I played for the Browns Group netball team.

After his retirement, he volunteered his time to many charitable causes until his vision started failing slowly. As he loved reading, he asked me to send him a magnifying glass (MG), which I did that helped him read for a couple of years. When the MG was worn out, he needed a new one. I attempted to send several suitable ones. But they did not help much. He appreciated my effort very much, however he told me to stop sending anymore MGs.

Most of my life, I believed he was my own brother, and not my cousin. I feel so blessed that Douglas was part of our big family and we had the honor to call him our brother. He was a PEACE MAKER. He will forever live in the hearts of those who loved you and will never be forgotten!

1-9 of 9