I never knew of your existence
Until you ceased to exist on this earthly plane
Your memory blazes like a torch in the hearts of all those you served
Blessed are the many who felt your healing touch
I did not know you, sister...
Yet even in your death, you teach me much
May you attain the supreme bliss of Nibbana
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Words by those who did knew her...
"...she was incredibly kind, if someone was ill, she'd get on the bicycle of the messenger and go to attend to that patient..."
"...when she requested a transfer because of this fellow's threats, the respectable people in the village - the grama niladari, principal etc. - petitioned for her to stay..."
"... I can't imagine anyone shooting her... shooting her is like shooting a butterfly..."
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