Lalsangliani "Sangi" Vangchhia

October 27, 1948January 6, 2019

Lalsangliani “Sangi” Vangchhia, devoted wife, mother, sister, and aunt passed away on January 6, 2019 at the age of 73. Sangi was born on October 27, 1945, to the late Khawlthangi Chhakchhuak and Thankhuma Ralte in Zotlang, Mizoram, India. After graduating from high school, Sangi attended Gifford Memorial Nursing School in Nuzvid, Andhra Pradesh, and graduated in 1970. Her nursing career began in India where she worked in several Adventist hospitals in Shimla, Ranchi, and Jalandhar before immigrating to the United States. Sangi married Van Rotluanga Vangchhia on September 14, 1975, at Sligo Seventh-day Adventist Church, becoming the first Mizo couple to marry in the United States. Sangi and Vanroa were blessed with two sons, Willis and Glen, and made their home in College Park, Maryland. Sangi was deeply passionate about providing care to her patients as a nurse. During her nursing career in America, Sangi worked in several hospitals throughout the Washington, D.C., area, including Washington Adventist Hospital, Doctors Community Hospital, Washington Hospital Center, and, finally, Holy Cross Hospital until her retirement in 2013. Despite her hectic schedule, Sangi always found a way to be welcoming, giving, and generous. Her home and kitchen were always open to anyone, as she happily hosted countless guests and visitors. In fact, her home is known as “Zawlbuk,” a Mizo word for a home that is open and available to all. In her home, Sangi found great joy in cooking and would do so as often as possible, and for as many people as possible. Throughout the years, Sangi helped many children, funded schools, and sponsored the education of several students abroad. The generosity shown by Sangi enabled many people to live a life they otherwise would not have been able to had it not been for the enthusiasm she had for helping others. There were many other activities Sangi enjoyed in addition to cooking. Sangi loved her garden. She enjoyed growing fruits, vegetables, and most importantly, chili, in her cherished garden. The food grown in her garden was not only served in her kitchen. Sangi happily gave food from her garden away to others so they could enjoy the food she grew just as much as she did. Sewing was also something Sangi was very passionate about. She sewed, stitched, patched, and repaired clothes for herself, family and friends. The common theme throughout everything Sangi did was generosity. Whether it was cooking, gardening, sewing, or anything else, Sangi did everything with joy and was even happier when she was able to share her joys with others. Above all else, Sangi was a devoted Seventh-day Adventist. She was active in the Adventist community in and around Washington, D.C., from her arrival in 1975 until her passing in 2019. Her faith was always at the center of her life and was the force that drove her to make the most positive contributions she could. Sangi led a full, meaningful, and impactful life. She will be dearly missed. Sangi is survived by her husband, Van Rotluanga; sons Willis Zoliantluanga and Glen Lalnuntluanga; siblings, cousins, nephews, nieces, as well as countless friends.


  • Visitation Saturday, February 2, 2019
  • Funeral Service Sunday, February 3, 2019
  • Committal Service Sunday, February 3, 2019

Lalsangliani "Sangi" Vangchhia

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Kimi Colney

February 3, 2019

Dear Nu Sang,

Even if a stranger went through your Facebook wall today, they would see how much of a blessing you were to the world. How many times you made your house a home for strangers and guests landing at your doorsteps from a thousand miles away. How you tended to everyone around you like you tend to the pink flowers in your pavements and the lush vegetables growing in your backyard. It was not your house but your heart that became a home for every Mizo that was in close proximity to you. To Mizo's that came from India you were the host that showed them that the pride of Mizoram, tlawmngaihna was carried all the way in your soul from India to the valleys of Maryland. To the Mizo's that lived in the USA, such as my sisters’, you became a mother to them, a grandmother to their children, being there on Christmases, driving their loneliness away in empty hospital rooms where the first cries of their children were heard. Hosting lunches and dinners, hosting merriness and memories for all. Your words were not always soft because your heart was soft and you wanted everyone to live right and be happy even if it took hard words. Thank you for blessing the world with your presence. Someday I hope we get to tell you how the world was saddened by your death, but I can only picture how you will shrug it off with a smile. If we make it there, I hope to see you in the gates of heaven, making everyone laugh and dance at the sight of your presence. I hope your rest is as sweet as you deserve.

The world has lost a giver of unlimited love.