This site is dedicated to the memory of Sundarampillai.

Sundarampillai was born in Vaddkottai, Jaffna, Sri Lanka on April 19, 1928. He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family. "When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice."

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Appa, I've known you for a long time and every time I come to visit you, you always nurished me with care and love. Thank you appa! I will miss you. Yours loving Mary Polynof Victor
Mary Polynof Victor
3rd June 2010
Dearest Appa, It definately was God's gift for giving me a Father like you who was: Kind, Sharing, Loving and a good-hearted person. You supported me through thick and thin, you were always there for me. I am really sad because you did not tell me any words before you died so I was not prepared. I am really missing you and everyday when I look into your photos, I start crying because I really loved you! Thank You Appa for looking after me and my family! Yours loving daughter, Ganeswary.
Ganeswary Patel
25th May 2010
My Grandfather was much more than just a grandfather he was also a person really close to me that helps me through difficult situations. He was a brilliant grandfather to not only me but to all of his grandchildren. Being one of his grandchilds, to me he was: Kind, Sharing, Loving and a very generous person who never did anything bad. After he died, I felt as if I had lost a really important person in my life, which is true. I hope that he will look over me and bless us all with health, wealth and happiness. Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. It was a great poem by Mary Frye. I miss my grandfather and no matter where I am I will think about him. Thank You. From Babu Patel.
Babu Patel
24th May 2010
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