Harry Raghunauth Singh

He is survived by his lovely wife Naraindei, his children Rajendra and Nadia (Sheik), and his pride and joy, Siobhan and Brendan, his grandchildren.

Harry was born in Guyana, March 15th, 1935, the oldest son of Chatterpaul and Sukhia Singh. He joins his sisters Nellie Jailall, Rose Gurdial, Maisie Ramdeen, Pulbas Kentolall and his brothers Ramdat and Ramnauth in their journey in the afterlife. He worked hard in the rice fields and farms, along with exploring the jungles of Guyana. He encountered many animals, wrestled with alligators and boa constrictors, caught many types of fish, and also caught the eye of the young ladies of Whim. He was a handsome man, but who only had eyes for his wife Naraindei.

He left Guyana for England, in the early 1960's, travelling by boat, surviving on crackers and milk across very rough seas. He encountered and overcame many obstacles, in order to make a better life for himself, and his future family.

In England, he worked as a grave digger, a nurse, a postman, a bookkeeper, an engineer for Plessy (the Bell Canada of England), and a scorekeeper at Wimbledon, (before automation).

The hard life, and many jobs, the people he encountered shaped his character and his appreciation for what he had compared to others. He always tried to give back, when he could, he worked and saved hard to ensure he was moving forward, and to provide for his wife and children, he never looked back.

Harry moved across the sea again to start his career with Bell Canada, he then moved his family over shortly after, and his life in Canada began. He built a social network of friends and family that he loved and cared about with all his heart. You could always find him helping at Church, home, at his friends houses, or anywhere that he thought he was needed. He had an intense dedication to lending a hand in whatever situation he encountered, be it monetarily, or just giving his time when needed. He was a kind, and generous soul, who would easily give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.

He will be missed as a husband, father, grandfather, friend, uncle, brother, or just "Mr Singh". He had a way of making everyone feel welcome, and considered it his calling to make sure everyone had something to eat or drink whenever he was around. He loved to dance, listen to music, and read, he enjoyed himself whenever he could, and had a true zest for life. He truly was one in a million.

In lieu of flower, family kindly request all donations to go to the Salvation Army, Circle of Care, or any food bank of your choice.