What are your special memories of Harry?
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Ruby (big sister) – 12 December 2015
Just fallen about laughing in the kitchen with Myli, Hk’s niece who he adored – she has been Christmas baking and as she was scraping the bowl reminded me of the time – probably about 10 yrs ago when the usually eloquent HK was talking to me about a friend of his who wasn’t married and said ..”I’m of the thinking that she is going to be a spatula” and he carried on with the conversation but stopped when I was rolling about because he didn’t realise he had combined spinster and bachelor..
I admit no one else will find this funny but it really makes me laugh so much.
Nalini Carooppunnen – 15 August 2015
I had the pleasure of being very good friends with Harry Krish when I was 6 years old. We were up to all sorts! So many fond memories of a smiley young boy and teenager, it was brilliant to see Harry Krish and his beautiful family last August after twenty years and it felt like time had not passed. He was still a cheerful cheeky chappy I knew in the 80s. We shared so many good memories of going to Hatfield for weekends and HK coming up north to Warrington. We laughed at the times we travelled up to Bradford for a meal in Dad’s ford escort XR3i all squashed in the boot fish tailing down the M62 (when you could back then) and washing our parents cars splashing with soapy sponges!. We also reminisced the days of laughing and watching Ruby dressing as Boy George singing karma chameleon with her trilby!. I used to love going to stay with Aunty and uncle in their lovely home on sitting on the large cushions on the floor singing 80s songs. Last year, myself and my brother Vinay laughed when we remembered when HK drove his mums Volvo with gusto!. I also remember going to lovely Aunty Mala’s house enjoying soda stream drinks in coloured spotted cups whilst poor HK had to do his maths homework!. I feel privalaged to have shared so many memories, these mentioned are just a few. Meeting Asha and gorgeous kids was brilliant, such a beautiful family. HK may God always look after you and let life be kind to your family. We miss you love Nalini x
Anna Ruby – Monday, 15 June 2015
I fell asleep quickly last night for a change, but each time I woke up I was still slapped in the face by the fact that my brother is no longer with us. It’s the same every night. And every day.
We have someone who was adored, someone who was gorgeous, a privilege to have as a friend, or to have as a member of your family … Possibly both …. He got us all together today.
He ran with us, he walked with us all today. Thanks to all of you for helping to keep his memory alive.
We are blessed with the amazing support of so many wonderful people and Sharing the tears and the laughter with an amazing group of people was so overwhelming.
All of you have busy lives and your own challenges to face, but found the time to train and join us in this event. It’s just incredible. We are in awe of you all.
To those who came from near and very far, those who helped, the first timers, the runners, the walkers, the competitive and the ones who just aimed to finish, those who have lost loved ones, those that participated with existing injuries, those that gained new ones, the sore nipples, the sore knees, the children, the fabulous baby news and wedding news, those who helped organise, those who chose to join our cause because they have big hearts and simply want to join us, those who tried to get me training, those who supported and cheered us on, those who I didn’t get to see.
There’s too many people to mention by name but I must say thanks to Krishna for starting us on this journey, thanks to mum and dad, thanks to Asha for bringing the little gorgeous 3, and thanks to the 2 inspiring, dedicated and amazing ladies who joined us today. One who kept me going all the way round and one who I didn’t manage to see but whose determination to join us was nothing short of amazing- although that word is not big enough.
Thanks to each and every one of you.
On a ‘business’ note – to date, the total raised from the various events inspired by Hk for PCUK is £28,521 and counting – we have cash and cheques from today to add on …..
Surely somewhere we must be making a difference.
I hope you all slept well and are not too sore in the morning….
Love and thanks to you all.
Toby Newton – Fri, 3 April 2015
Must have been at start of Uni summer holidays and maybe mine and Harry’s terms finished first and that is why just the 2 of us decided to take the 6 hour trip to North Wales. I am only certain that it didn’t involve too much planning, or purpose.
Random activities included days spent driving round Snowdonia searching for the most idyllic mountain lake to hire a rowing boat, take it somewhere remote, so I could smoke a cigarette and we could sing the riff from Deep Purple’s Smoke On The Water.
Or exploring (trespassing) through overgrown woods and stumbling across forgotten castle ruins, finding a turret to stop and again have a cigarette, or sitting on the beach at Penmon, Snowdonia on opposite sides of Menai straights, as Sun went down behind the Great Orme, more smoking.
Not sure what we looked like 2 young blokes “Up from London” me in my grungy ripped jeans and paratrooper boots, Harry would have looked smarter, but definitely of a darker complexion than the locals. We were both students then though, so well practiced in the art of enjoying a pint despite the loudest passive objection to our presence.
I can’t imagine doing that sort of trip now. It was from that golden age in our friendships when our whole group would spend entire summers together moving en masse from one parental house to another like migrating squatters taking advantage of empty houses for 2 weeks at a time. Free from responsibility of parenthood and mortgages and not long out of school we were carefree and happy + it was in those years that the strongest bonds of friendship formed. Bonds that would last 20 years and then another 40, or so we thought … until one of our brothers was taken.
Not enough time.
Love you Mootoo
X
Tiberman Sajiwan Ramyead – Tue, 17 March 2015
I have not known Harry. Seeven, whom I met today, told me about him. I am sure that as Harry looks down from the heavens, he must be smiling with the comfort that he is so genuinely remembered. As they say, “the real tomb of the deceased lies in the hearts of the living.” We always say Rest in Peace. That peace is determined by us – the living ones – through our hearts. And I am also sure that Harry has a message for us: Life must continue.
Seeven& Soorma Mootoosamy – Sun, 15 March 2015
One word echoes in my head often ‘Stop being cheeky Harry Krish ‘shouted his dad,this was because overactive and bouncy little Harry at a very young age could never sit still.If one knew boisterous Harry was around,the tidiness of the house would be out of the window by the time he left. Whenever he visited us he loved having a wrestling session with Ruddy and Elvin. Together with his sister Ruby, they would never miss out on their cousins’s birthday parties and they would share some wonderful time together. His cheeky face mimicking that of a monkey with his tongue sticking out, his eyes wide open would make you chuckle with laughter. He was definitely not naughty but overactive child. His paternal grandparents were lucky to have met him during his visit to Mauritius. They had an opportunity of sharing some childhood memories with him. He would make jokes with his granddad in his grocery store. When HK is caught with both hands in the sweet jar, he would wink or give a cheeky smile. My dad had the privilege to spoon feed him during dinner time and he would make fun of him for not having full set of teeth and having good crop of white hair that was typical of young HK alright. HarryKrish grew up to be a remarkable gentleman, a professional and someone adorable to everyone who knew him.His experience in financial matters were exceptional. He mastered everything he did and he would come with a positive solution to every question and he would make sure that you had the best. We were pleasantly surprised that he was a singer in a band until we witnessed his remarkable talent in the last Lark in Park. I recorded him that day and that will be treasured for life. A keen footballer himself, playing for a local team, he supported Liverpool Football team, his dream team. Distance meant nothing to him if he wanted to see his team at Anfield. I remember teasing him often when his team was not performing so well via text. But he would tease me back by saying that the game was not over yet that I had to wait for the final whistle. How can we forget your passion for fast cars, your orange beetle was an icon as everyone mentioned. Your dream of possessing and driving a Porsche was materialised. You left behind three most adorable children with your loving Asha. Rayray is a spitting image of you, that he reminds us so much of you that we will always remember you in our hearts.
Anna Ruby – Sat, 14 March 2015
So proud of my little brother a year ago today with Kid Gloves performing at Seth and Myli’s school..
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SkactA2wawQ
Elvin Mootoosamy – Sat, 14 March 2015
I am one of Harry’s younger first cousins and was fortunate to have got to know Harry from childhood. This was helped by the fact that our parents were living very close by, meaning that we could see each other frequently growing up. My earliest memory of Harry has to be his bright orange beetle and the legendary make-shift “sound system” – I must have been about 7 at the time, thinking Harry is cool! I’m not sure
that would be my first choice of car nowadays though!
Being one of the youngest in the family, you look to your elders as mentors and in many ways, Harry was my perfect role model. I have always admired his determination and success in life – he has a wonderful family, a thriving business and a huge network of friends that loved him dearly. Harry is truly inspirational – he had a unique gift of making everyone become his best friend. He was always an absolute joy to talk to and someone that sincerely cared about what you were saying.
Over the last few months, I have found myself constantly thinking about our childhood together – memories I will treasure for the rest of my life. Yesterday we celebrated Harry’s 40th Birthday. It was an emotional day and you could see that everyone was feeling that huge void in the heart, lost for words
and trying to understand what has happened to us. Many of us shared Harry’s childhood stories and his university life, whilst photos were being shared around. There are so many great pictures – although tragically too short, you can see that Harry lived and loved life to the max.
I miss you and love you Harry. I will be talking about you for the rest of my life. Until we meet again cousin. Elvin xxx
Anna Ruby – Sat, 14 March 2015
Well, 40! Glasses have been raised very high, very full and all across this country and beyond. Smiles,laughs,tears,hugs,kisses….sharing,questioning,disbelieving but above all a shared passion that is you. Quite simple really .. We love you , we miss you, we can’t understand why or how we can live without you. You will be in so many hearts forever xxxx
Nevina Holland – Fri, 13 March 2015
Happy 40th Birthday to my dearest cousin, Harry Krish who was like a big brother to me.
It was only the day before yesterday when my 3 year old son, Aaron sat on Aunty Myila’s knee at their home and bold as brass, asked her. “Where has Uncle Harry gone?” Aunty said, he was sick and gone to heaven now. To which Aaron pointed to the sky and asked, “How did he get up there?” “Did he take a rocket?” Aunty Myila just gently stroked Aaron’s head, gave him kisses and sang him Twinkle Twinkle Star, because Uncle Harry was now a star in the sky watching down on us. So beautiful. And that is what I would like to believe too, that he is one of the brightest stars shining above us, watching us all with that trademark, cheeky smile.
My earliest memories of Harry was when I was about 3 when I spent many days practically living at his house in Colney Heath whilst my parents went through a messy divorce. Harry would pinch my fat cheeks which were already very rosy and we would run around pulling faces at each other and mess around. As we grew up, we often met with our families at the temple, weddings, birthdays, Mauritian parties and family gatherings. He looked after me at my first year at uni because it was my first time away from home and Birmingham uni was only 20 mins from Wolverhampton uni so he visited loads. Then after we had kids we met often on our days off when the kids were driving us mental so we would head to the farm, park, shops with the kids in tow.
He was also someone I could talk to for advice, problems etc, like a big brother. He would give me advice about my kids e.g. Aaron went through a phase of biting his sister so he would advise me on how to handle the situation. He gave me great support and business advice when I set up my photography business. Best of all, he would always make me laugh, with the perfect impressions he would do of the 3 Mootoosamy brothers. My dad, Uncle Nanda and his dad. They were always spot on, with the exact Mauritian accents and facial expressions. My favourite impression was Uncle Nanda’s and my dads tempers when they swear. I would roll around laughing at his impressions. He loved my dad (his uncle) with such warmth and respect and always spoke highly of him to me.
Harry Krish, I miss you so very much and still expect you to walk through the door, even now after these last few months as I still cannot quite comprehend what has happened. My heart just aches when I think of you. It just seems like a dream. A nightmare. Rest in Peace dear cousin. I will never, ever, until the day I die, forget you……………….
Nev xxx
ND – 13th March 2015
Today is a day that we have all thought about you Harry and all the family. We all miss you, but will never forget that amazing smile.
Xxx
Nanda Mootoosamy – 13th March 2015
I have read most of the comments about Harry from all those who have and still does contribute to this website..Whatever I wanted to say about this most amazing nephew of mine has been said ,but today I feel I need to add some of my thoughts..I still do not believe that he is not with us any more,to me he is always present ant I can still hear I his voice and see that amazing cheekily smile.Thinking about Harry during his younger days one thing I will never forget about him that is his love of cars since he had his first beetle..Harry was always accident prone and god knows how many cars he has damaged,but the one thing with him as he recounts these unfortunate mishap is that it was never his fault and he always said this with such a convincing smile that it’s hard not to believe him,although I had my doubts.. Harry I do wish you a very happy birthday and I know what kind of celebration you would have planned for today.. I miss you everyday, rest in peace.
All my love.
Nanda
AR 13th March 2015
13.03.75, I can clearly recall running up into the Maternity Room at QEII and peering into this basinette next to mum’s bed and staring at this very cute little baby boy.
I can next remember mum bringing him home in an ambulance a few days later- I was in the first floor lounge in our Colney Heath town house, looking down as they came out of the back and was so excited to have my baby brother at home! A real live baby brother! I was so excited!!! He was so very cute; chubby cheeks, ‘little’ Mootoosamy nose, huge brown eyes and tiny little chin. He grew into the cutest, mischievous little toddler and I just see him in Nate and Reyan every time I look at them.
We played, fought, annoyed, teased, argued, cherished and loved each other from then onwards.
13.03.15 a heavy heart and a life of happy memories and I know I am far from alone. The memories are shared by more people than I can count.
Love you Harry-Krish, your big sister. Happy 40th- you are catching up with me.
We love HK xxxxxx
Steve Mootoosamy – 13th March 2015
Happy 40th Birthday cuz. Miss you loads.
Rudy Mootoosamy – 13th March 2015
Legend. The word does not even do Harry justice. Harry has been, and continues to be, such a major influence in my life. He was not just a cousin, he was my brother, my friend, my mentor… The list is endless. I’m sure this sentiment is echoed by many of you.
It goes without saying that I think about Harry everyday and just as I feel sad about the day that he left us, a happy memory will pop into my head to which I can only smile. That is Harry, you cannot help but be filled with love and happiness when you think of him. His zest for life, his infectious smile, his jokes (often dodgy!) you could not help but smile.
I’m making this entry on what would have been Harry’s 40th birthday. Another emotional and difficult day but one that reminds me how much Harry achieved in his life. Most would not achieve as much in two long lifetimes.
So today I’m going to raise a glass and have ‘en ti fort’ for my beloved brother Harry. I love you man. Until our paths cross again. xx
Seeven & Soorma & family – Fri, 13 March 2015
Birthday Memories for Harry Krish
Thinking of you HK a much loved nephew / cousin on what would have been your 40th birthday.You are missed , loved forever and remembered everyday.xx
Selvin – Mon, 9 March 2015
Mame, as I used to call him given our respective positions in the family tree was rather a first cousin to me so cool he was. Even though the distance between the UK and Mauritius, the few moments we spent together were no less exquisite!
When I first saw him in 1997 during his trip to Mauritius (as far as I can remember him) I was shocked to see two earrings on his left ear! Later on I would figure out how class and kind Harry Krish truly was. At that time he gave me one of his ID photos. I have kept it since and took it out on this tragic October day.
My trip to the UK in 2003 would never have been worth doing without him: Alton Towers, Batchwood club (he convinced the bouncer to let me in although I was only 17!!) and of course Old Trafford! Despite being a Liverpool fan, he took the time to bring me there.
I will never forget his dedication and unconditional love. Hatfield will not be the same anymore.
Ruby – Tue, 3 March 2015
Link to larks in park performances as mentioned by Kit and Anna-Ruby YouTube : The Kid Gloves at Larks in the Parks. Click here to view
Ruby – Tue, 1 March 2015
A hero… Kit, what an amazing description and do you know, I think there are a lot of people who would agree- I know I am biased as his big sister, but I really do agree- hero! Good grief, you could feel and touch that atmosphere Kid Gloves created that day. 28.06.14. We will never forget it. Despite being so terribly Ill, and that damn 3 months scan, what a performance!!! And , it’s clear to see he loved every minute. It was electric. There are lots of people who will talk about it for ever. But, above all, thanks to technology we can live it over again and again and again big screen and small every day …. Xxx
Kit- Thu, 26 February 2015
Band practice last year: I was doing my best to belt out Tainted Love. I could see Harry had an idea brewing. He said “keep singing that bit over and over” so I did, and suddenly he LAUNCHED into “Oh! Woman, oh woman, don’t treat me so mean, You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen.” (Hit the Road Jack). It was pure genius and was my favourite song we ever did as a band. It was an honour to sing with him and I think all of us felt something magical playing music together. Every rehearsal he would amaze us with the versatility of his voice, from crooning and soul to the high notes in Billie Jean to screeching You shook me all night long. He threw himself into every song. He made us laugh and made those nights in the studio so much fun. He oozed cool when he performed. His confidence and generous warmth took my nerves away and gave me confidence to follow his lead. Everyone I know who saw him felt he was a longstanding friend such was his warmth and acceptance. That smile just shone on everybody in his midst – adults and kids alike. The way he gave everything to that final Larks in the Parks gig in front of his family and friends was testament to his bravery and passion and positivity. He was a hero that day and I’m so pleased his children got to watch. I feel utterly priviledged to have spent time with him and am ever grateful for the incredible memories from The Kid Gloves. Our first ever charity gig was one of the highlights of my life and I am so grateful we all had that night. None of us will ever be the same without him.
Kevin Gunputh – Sat, 21 February 2015
Where can I start as there are indeed so many memories of a great father, a great friend and a true gentleman.
I’m going to share three with you. I’ve picked these ones because they are special and personal to me and show Harry in the way he stood out to me.
Harry was empathetic, no not pathetic, empathetic! He was a great listener and always had something positive to share. After Ruby’s wedding we shared a moment. We were both stood outside, just me and him. It was a nice night, not cold, no rain, just still. The party was in the background and we both exchanges jokes and comments about the day. Same ole chatter, how Ruby looked and how Danny was a great guy etc etc (all true, I might add!) I will never forget his words: “Kev, you’ll never understand how difficult this is and how much is hurts losing a sister till Ness gets married.” I wasn’t sure how to reply. His emotion and weakness for a moment came to the surface. In hindsight, a true statement that all us brothers go through. His family value stood up and prepared me for Ness and Reggie’s wedding.
My next piece is absolute nonsense. It really is, but makes me chuckle. I came down from Bournemouth and picked Sha and Shiv up and popped in to Auntie My’s place to see Harry. These were Honda Prelude days, so a while ago now! I don’t know if you guys can recall the Motorola startac phone, but I had this slim line grey one. (Sha will know what’s coming next!) We were sat there in the tv room on the sofas and Harry ask to have a look. So I passed it over. I said to Harry, “pull out the ariel, which he did. Now open it up”, again he did. “Harry turn it over.” So Harry is holding this phone back to front pointing the ariel at the wall. I may not have articulated this too well but I can see it clear as day. The comments that followed from Sha and i were you look like he should be on Star Trek bruv! And Captain Mootoo was born.
The last snippet was far more recent. Harry came up to Bournemouth and we met for an afternoon beer. Gave me a chance to off load about the turbulence in my life. Harry always seem to have the right thing to say. He knew when to let me speak and when to say, “actually …” Needless to say, those wise words were and are still appreciated. Sadly, this was when Harry told me that he hadn’t been feeling too well and was due for some tests. Needless to say … well …
Sharing this publicly was been therapeutic in a way. Anyway, my friend, I still miss you, I miss talking to you and I hate the way that world prompts unwelcome reminders when I’m doing the most simple things like listening to music …
Till we meet again xxx
Yogen Karuthasami – Sat, 21 February 2015
4 months on and I still cannot comprehend or make sense on the loss of my best friend, my brother. Harry’s presence was dearly missed on my recent birthday. In all my time that I’ve known Harry, he had never ever missed my birthday on Christmas Eve, That day was extremely emotional for me and my family and Harry’s family as we are always together around this time. From our early teenage years and even when we were both married with kids we were like a pair of lost boys from Neverland, we never grew up when we got together, never a dull moment, yes we had a few rare serious moments but the majority of the time jokes and laughter and mischief! We both shared our love of cars. I had a Porsche 911 convertible for a day when I was 19. The first person I went to pick up was Harry. Likewise he had a brand new M3 convertible for a day a few weeks later and likewise the front seat reserved for me! And of course our footballing banter. I really miss those texts. Myself and Rodney were at the hospital on the last day he was conscious before he was tragically taken away from us. Still struggling to breathe with his oxygen Mask on, he took it off said to us both ‘I Love you’. 3 words that I will keep in my heart for the rest of my life. Love you too Bruv, miss you more and more each day.
Gita Ramdharry – Sat, 21 February 2015
“My other little brother” and I thought one brother was irritating enough at age 10 (sorry Dhan). The four of us met when we lived up in Merseyside: Ruby, me, Harry and Dhan playing ‘stuck in the mud’ in our front garden. I’m not sure if this is where his love of The Reds started, but we were ardent Liverpool fans. We moved to Bournemouth and great times visiting each other between Hatfield and the south coast. Many Christmas dinners, doing impressions at the table, making our parents howl with laughter. Kids and family commitments limited the numbers of get togethers in recent years, but when we did it was like time never passed. The same love from childhood was still there. From our teenage years, Harry and I argued about who had the chubbiest cheeks. It culminated in a game of “cheek tennis” where if I successfully pinched his cheek I scored 15-love. If he got me back, 15-15. You get the picture. This game lasted years and included some epic battles, one where I jumped in the back of the car just before the family drove off to wrestle him and get set point. Two weeks before Harry left us, we were at a wedding. Although frail, he still managed to land a killer of a pinch on my poor right cheek. Harry, you win. Ace. Match point. Although my cheek throbbed I wish with all my heart we could still be battling it out like daft kids, laughing at each other. As long as he is in our minds and hearts, he is still with us. Rest without pain, my friend xxxxx p.s. I let you win 😉
Dean Shanka – Tue, 17 February 2015
Harry was my coolest cousin by far! Always happy & cheerful, he had a magnetic personality with a charismatic charm. Every memory I have of him is a good one, and every image is of him smiling.
Its doesn’t feel real that he’s gone. I don’t think it ever will.
I still have our last text conversation in my phone & read it at random times.
Words seem to have little substance when thinking about this tragedy so what more can I say…
I will miss you my friend!
Rodney Herkanaidu – Wed, 11 February 2015
Words to describe Harry – cheeky, lovable, loving, intelligent, gifted and sociable. Harry was a lifelong friend whose warmth and humour are sorely missed by so many. He was a great father to his kids (thank the Lord there are so many video clips for his children to remember him by). As I said at his funeral, I will miss our chats on the phone, the spontaneous visits, the footballing banter which was an integral part of our friendship and the warmth and love you always showed me and my family. Your spirit lives on in your children. Farewell dear friend…I will always treasure the great times we had together. You’ll never walk alone.
Tom Willans – Tue, 10 February 2015
I first met Harry aged 7 in the playground at Sacred Heart. He greeted me with a blood curdling ‘Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamas!’ in the style of the cook from the Tom and Jerry cartoons.
Cut to decades later, a tube strike in London. I was schelping back to Finchley Central in the rain from Kings Cross. Just as I turned right into Princes Ave, home at last, I jumped out of my skin as a ‘Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamas!’ shout screeched out from Ballards Lane. I blinked through the rain to see Harry, chubby cheeks and toothy grin in place, gliding past in style, making certain hand gestures in my general direction.
I miss him every day.
Chandrin Katuwawala – Tue, 10 February 2015
Harry was an incredible human being. I am truly honoured and privileged to have had him as a genuine friend. Majority of my memories of him are full of fun and adventure. You just felt with Harry-Krish around everything was going to be awesome – and they were. He is such an integral part of my life, I find so many voids in my daily life since October 2014. The multitude of memories I have of him, I plan to share with you all on this site. So, this will be the first of many. Just wish there was a way to download them all so I could share them with You. Harry-Krish did everything with the best of integrity, no need to give examples. I think about you everyday Harry-Krish. Where ever you are my friend, I trust you are surrounded by love and happiness because this is what you gave in abundance to all of us. I love you Man.
Patrick – Tue, 10 February 2015
Looking through these wonderful photos has brought such a smile to my face. Harry had such infectious happiness it just oozes from every photo. This is the first of many posts I hope I will put on here over time. As we have been robbed of creating new memories with Harry I will share the old ones and as Steve says hopefully one day all of our posts can start to shape a picture for his kids of the wonderful (occasionally annoying) man their dad was. Not a day goes past where I don’t think of Harry and how he would have loved something one of his friends has said or something I have seen that I wanted to discuss with him. He was a confidant to me ( though I think he would prefer Consigliere ) and I am missing that most. For someone who was so noisy, he was an amazing listener and always provided sage advice. Like all of us I have got to learn to live with the many holes dotted around me that Harry has left and try an fill them with memories or new things to make me and him proud and happy. p.s. running a half marathon is not making me happy and there is nothing to be proud of an overweight sweaty middle aged man with shin splints, but would certainly be making Harry laugh.
Steve Mootoosamy – Sun, 2 November 2014
My cousin Harry was just about the nicest, fun loving, chap you could ever wish to meet. His boundless energy and zest for life always amazed me as he never stood still for one single minute. One of the biggest gifts Harry possessed (and there were many) was his ability to care. If you were talking to him he would always listen attentively and then be positive in all that he said in return. It’s a warmth that made you feel so important and really endeared you to him.
I’ve made this website in the hope that you, his much loved friends and familiy, can share your own special memories of Harry. My hope it that it can be stored for decades to come so we can all visit for comfort and one day Taryn, Nathan and Rayen can read what a special man their father was. I miss you Cuz.