Tarna Veerapen was born in Port Mourant, Guyana on June 7, 1936 to Robert Veerapen and Rajdai and married to Devika Pershad in 1959.
He was a beloved and respected worker in all fields, like rice farming, sugar estate and carpentry in Guyana, and as a building maintenance worker in New Jersey. He was a very simple and quiet person who kept the love to his family inside him and showed it through his actions. As a father, he was praised for his ability to teach his children a variety of skills, just showing them what to do once and they were able to complete their work the proper way. He loved to garden, and his children and grandchildren will miss the fresh vegetables he helped grow. His community loved him because he always offered to help people cook at weddings and religious functions.
His memory will live through his wife, Devika; his children Tony, Nauth, Harry, Pearl, Vicky, & Sharon; his grandchildren Hamand, Omar, Jyoti, Kirti, & Warren; and his siblings Nora, Shalo, Tom, Rosa, Vanjo, Dati, & Latti.
A few words from Harry (Son)
My dad believed in hard work and discipline. He used to say, if you can't hear you are going to feel. It was true for us growing up then and it is true for me now. I use that saying all the time with my coworkers. Always reminding them, that if you don't listen to the requirements, you will feel the pain or redoing, or doing more work later, that always get their attention, like it did ours growing up. Hey, we were kids and can afford to make mistakes; we don't have kids in the Army. Dad was the first to taste the many BBQs we had in our back yard, oh and don't forget his beer or two. He would sit in his chair by the backdoor, quietly, smiling, enjoying the assembly of his children and grand children. We remembered giving him, his case of German Beer, which he would stash, for his basement rendezvous. We loved him dearly and will miss his smiling face by that backyard door. Since we can't be at his funeral, we will have a BBQ and drink a German Beer for and with him.
A few words from Vicky (Son)
My dad is a gentleman with a unique character. As a child, I was not the perfect child growing up. I was a rebel, and I got punished for that. I used to go with my dad to our farm and the rice field with Motea (our dog). Not too many kids today could say that they learned how to plant rice or a garden from their father. My dad was humble, kind, and caring, loveable father. I remember him taking me for a bike ride on this bicycle without any cushion in the center bar. As a child, he would rub his stubby beard on my belly to check if I were ticklish.
He loves my mother and all his children. He did not show his love but kept it inside. I’ve learned many things from, and I shall always cherish his love and devotion to us. I shall miss him very much, and he shall always be with me.
Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
I am the fleeting bird up in the sky,
I do no want to see you cry,
I am the sweet smells of early spring,
I will be with you when you laugh and sing,
For I am you and you are me, and in your hearts,
I shall always be.
The family acknowledges, with deep appreciation, all acts of words and kindness extended to them during this time of bereavement. May God continue to bless you all.
Kara Charanna Kritam Vaak Kaayajam Karmajam Vaa |
Shravanna Nayanajam Vaa Maanasam Vaa Aparaadham |
Vihitam Avihitam Vaa Sarvametat Kshamasva |
Jaya Jaya Karunnaabdhe Shree Mahaadeva Shambho ||
Shree Sainaatha Shambho
O Lord, kindly forgive the wrong actions I have done knowingly or unknowingly, either through my organs of action (hands, feet, speech), or through my organs of perception (ears, eyes) or by my mind. Glory unto You, O Lord, Who are an ocean of compassion.
Private Cremation at Garden State Crematory in North Bergen, New Jersey.
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