Birth date: Sep 9, 1950 Death date: May 2, 2026
Harry Narain, age 75, of Mandeville, Louisiana, passed away on Saturday, May 2, 2026. He was born on September 9, 1950, in Essequibo, Guyana. Mr. Narain worked at Northshore Toyota for many years and more recently worked at Walma Read Obituary
Grandpa,
I am forever grateful to the lessons you taught to me especially without realizing.
The simple way you chose to live remains an inspiration along side the values you instilled in all of us. It is hard to imagine working for a future without you in it but you would not want me to waiver from this path. I will continue to make you proud and carry you with me each and every day. I am so incredibly lucky to be your Grandson.
I love you Grandpa.
-Vinay Ramdhanie
For dad:
Because of dad, I developed a love for reading and books.
Because of dad, I learned how to be compassionate to nature and love animals.
Because of dad, I understood the importance of honesty, integrity, and keeping my word.
Because of dad, I valued humility and the importance of forgiveness.
Because of dad, I learned to be open to different beliefs and to respect opposing views.
You see, Dad… the wisdom you shared wasn’t loud. It didn’t demand attention.
It lived quietly—in your actions, in your choices, in the way you carried yourself every single day.
Some of my fondest memories are when you went to Georgetown and came back with books for Al and me.
It wasn’t just about the books—it was what they represented.
You were opening a door for us. You were showing us that imagination matters, that learning matters, that there is always more to discover.
And that was you.
Curious. Thoughtful. Grounded.
A man of quiet integrity.
As I reflect on your life, the poem written by bother Chrish *“Where the Path Fades” resonates with me.
It speaks of someone looking back on the place that shaped them—asking questions of the sky, the birds, and the silence itself.
That sense of wonder… that quest for meaning… that was you.
And then the poem gently shifts. It speaks of a moment we all must face—when the path ahead does not simply end… it dissolves. And in that moment, there is uncertainty, but also a quiet acceptance.
In our belief, we understand that this is not an ending.
The body may fade, but the Atman—does not.
It continues its journey, returning to the eternal, to the infinite presence that is beyond name, beyond form.
There is a line in the poem that says, “A divine boatman is waiting.”
And I see that not as something to fear, but as something sacred—a crossing. A gentle passage from this world to the next.
Like crossing a river, as described in our scriptures… leaving behind what was never truly ours to hold, and returning to what has always been.
So today, we do not say goodbye as an ending.
We release you with love.
We honor your journey.
We trust that you are at peace—guided, held, and continuing forward.
The poem asks us to bid farewell not with words, but with silence—like releasing a handful of ash into the wind.
And maybe that’s how we honor you best.
Not just with our words—but with how we live.
With the integrity you showed us.
With the curiosity you inspired in us.
With the love you gave so freely.
Dad, your journey continues.
Your Atman is eternal.
And everything you gave us will live on—in us, through us, always.
Om Shanti
A tribute to dad from Brother Chrish
A life made beautiful by kindly deeds,
A helping hand for others’ needs,
To a beautiful life,
Comes a happy end
May your soul rest in peace.
Vimla,kapil, vimal & Usha
From Mommy.
Farewell dear brother, You will always be in our 💕, Atma Ko Sadgati ke Prapt ho.
It is with a heavy heart that I remember my Uncle Harry, a man whose spirit and presence left a lasting impression on me.
After many years, he came back to Guyana and paid me a visit. During that time, I had the chance to spend meaningful moments with him, moments that I will always hold close. One of the most unforgettable experiences was taking him on a boat ride, traveling 98 kilometers up the Pomeroom River and then another 22 kilometers into the forest. It was a long journey, but one filled with peace, adventure, and connection.
Uncle Harry was deeply moved by the beauty of the place. He told me he wanted me to build him a small house there, somewhere he could return to and live surrounded by nature. That wish showed me how much he longed for a simple, quiet life in the wild.
What I will never forget most is seeing him stand up in the boat, holding onto the windshield, with the wind rushing through his hair. He had a big, hearty smile on his face and said how much he was enjoying the moment. That was Uncle Harry, full of life, free, and happy in the simplest of ways.
I will always carry these memories with me. Rest in peace, Uncle Harry.
The Epitaph
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science forwn'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain's from Heav'n (twas all he wish'd) a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and hid God
Thomas Gray - Golden Treasury of Poems
My sincerest condolences to my cousin Harry's wife, kids and his siblings, Roma, Buddy Chait and Gold.
May his soul rest in eternal peace forever and my Farida find solace in knowing that he went peacefully. Have faith I do know how it feels.
He was a soft spoken and quiet person, you all will miss him dearly, a void that can never be filled.
God bless you all
My heartfelt condolences to the family
My heartfelt condolences to the family
