In Loving Memory of Dheeraji Guterres nee. Prasad (Raji)
“The reason why our families are not the same anymore is because we buried the ones who used to keep the family together.” Raji, you were the very essence of our family’s togetherness, and with your passing, a piece of that unity has been lost forever.
Raji and Inga Prasad. If Raji was in the room I didn’t exist in Inga’s eyes.
Born on 30th November 1977, Raji was the much-loved daughter of the late Dr. Umanand Prasad and Dr. Uma Prasad. She was an extraordinary woman—a loving big sister, a devoted mother to two wonderful boys, a gifted flute player, and a dedicated psychiatrist who gave her all to help others. But to me, she was simply Raji, my sister, my dearest friend, and my guiding light.
From a young age, Raji showed a deep sense of responsibility and care, especially towards her siblings. I still cherish those memories of us taking the bus from our home in North Adelaide into the city to watch the Pageant. I must have been about 8 or 9 years old. Raji, always the protective big sister, held my hand firmly as we navigated the busy city streets. Those moments of innocence, laughter, and sibling love are treasures in my memory, a testament to the unbreakable bond we shared.
As we grew older, our bond only strengthened. Sundays became our special time—family time. We would gather at Mum’s house, and I’d take on the role of the cook, preparing meals for Raji, her two precious boys, my wife, and myself. Those Sunday lunches were filled with warmth, laughter, and conversations that only family can have. Raji’s presence brought a sense of completeness to our gatherings, her generosity and love creating an atmosphere of pure joy.
Motherhood was the greatest joy of Raji’s life. She adored her boys beyond measure and did everything in her power to ensure they were happy, loved, and supported. She was the epitome of a devoted mother, always putting her children’s needs before her own. Whether it was helping them with their homework, attending their school events, or simply spending quality time with them, Raji’s love for her sons was evident in everything she did. She poured her heart and soul into raising them, ensuring they grew up in a home filled with love, laughter, and security.
Raji was not just my sister; she was my confidant, my anchor, the one person who truly understood me. When I faced the challenges of PTSD, it was Raji who stood by my side, offering unwavering support and understanding. Her kindness, her patience, and her deep empathy made all the difference in my journey. She helped me grow as a person, teaching me to confront my fears, embrace my vulnerabilities, and find strength in the love of family.
Raji was the one who encouraged me to spoil my wife, she even went as far to buy stunning earring for my wife to wear on her wedding day.
Raji although we lost touch for a few years pushed herself back into my life and ensured that I was seen and not left behind.
Your passing on 31st July 2020, at just 42 years of age, has left a void in my life that can never be filled. Yet, in my heart, you live on, Raji. Your love, your laughter, your spirit—they are all part of who I am today. I miss you every single day, but I take comfort in knowing that you are at peace, watching over us with the same loving care you always showed.
Rest in peace, my beautiful sister. You will forever be remembered, forever loved.
