The Ven. Godwin Weerasuriya was called
to rest on 25 th March 2020, in the 60 th year of his ordination to priesthood.
Due to social distancing constraints, the family is still unable to host a memorial service, and have, as
an alternative, opened this memorial page as a three months remembrance. We... see moreThe Ven. Godwin Weerasuriya was called
to rest on 25 th March 2020, in the 60 th year of his ordination to priesthood.
Due to social distancing constraints, the family is still unable to host a memorial service, and have, as
an alternative, opened this memorial page as a three months remembrance. We invite you to share
your memories, tributes and photographs of our loved one as a celebration of his life on earth.
OBITUARY
Weerasuriya Ven. Godwin (Archdeacon Emeritus) beloved husband of Manora, loving father of Shanika & Nilan de Mel, Shahini & Harsha de Soysa and Chaminda; dearest grandfather of Shanith & Shanela, brother of Consey, late Augusta & Baron de Livera, late Revd Canon Lloyd & Sarojini, Chandranee & Revd Canon Francis Xavier, Jayanthi & late Shelton Amarasuriya and Raja & Elfi. He was called to rest on March 25, 2020 and his mortal remains... see more
Weerasuriya Ven. Godwin (Archdeacon Emeritus) beloved husband of Manora, loving father of Shanika & Nilan de Mel, Shahini & Harsha de Soysa and Chaminda; dearest grandfather of Shanith & Shanela, brother of Consey, late Augusta & Baron de Livera, late Revd Canon Lloyd & Sarojini, Chandranee & Revd Canon Francis Xavier, Jayanthi & late Shelton Amarasuriya and Raja & Elfi. He was called to rest on March 25, 2020 and his mortal remains were cremated on the following day.
Many people will know Seeya for his contributions to the Church and to broader society, however I have been incredibly fortunate to know Seeya much better – quirks and all. Seeya, whilst incredibly kind and caring, also... moreA Tribute to my Loving Seeya
Many people will know Seeya for his contributions to the Church and to broader society, however I have been incredibly fortunate to know Seeya much better – quirks and all. Seeya, whilst incredibly kind and caring, also had a wonderful sense of humour. I will always remember Seeya for his ability to spread happiness to all those who knew him.
If anyone were to question whether I was truly his granddaughter, there are many ways by which I can prove our similarities. For example, we both share an incredible knack of sleeping whenever we will it. On many occasions, it has been futile taking Seeya to the Movies. Following a movie, when we question Seeya as to what he thought of the plot, he would often smile and laugh guiltily, because as usual, to Seeya, the start of the movie was his signal to start his nap.
As the self-appointed chief of onion chopping at home, I owe my supposed “skills” to watching Seeya’s ability to wield the knife so well, during his stint in Australia as Archa’s sous-chef. In fact, onions had no effect on Seeya - if anything, it was Seeya who made the onion cry, by how finely he would dice it. So talented was he, that I am sure in this field, Seeya certainly would’ve put Chef Pabilis to shame.
Many may not know that Seeya also had a unique taste in fashion and television. It often amazed me that the teledrama that he and Archa watched almost religiously, was a story primarily focused on the kidnapping of a Monk! I am sure you would agree with me, that for a Priest, Seeya may have had questionable taste in the dramas he favoured.
On the other hand, when it comes to fashion, everyone knows that what Seeya likes is a comfortable shirt that had a pocket to hold his pens. Whilst Seeya had a reputation for often wearing the same shirt many times over (often blissfully unaware that he was doing so), it may surprise you that when it came to choosing outfits for other people, he was remarkable at it. His taste in sarees, I am proud to say, was exceptional.
But the greatest super-power Seeya had, was the fact that to me, he was the closest person to a Saint that I’d ever met. For every surgery I had, he was always there. For every accomplishment I made, it was he who cheered the loudest. Being the holiest person in our family meant that he was also the only person whom I could never lie to; for I often felt that lying to Seeya was just as bad as lying to God. I now say that I have told many truths to Seeya, and Seeya alone. I hold no such promises for anyone else!
In the midst of a pandemic, it certainly feels as if I am miles away from Seeya. However, on our last visit to see him, Seeya told me that he once visited the university I now attend, for a Church conference in the 1990s. Knowing that Seeya once roamed the paths I now roam, has been a source of great comfort to me, and I am sure that with every step I take, Seeya will always be there with me.
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Coultas Edward Godwin Weerasuriya was many things to many people. To most, including his parishioners and fellow clergymen, he was Father Godwin, the long-serving priest loved by all whom he served in the name... moreA New Star Joined the Heavens on 25th March
Coultas Edward Godwin Weerasuriya was many things to many people. To most, including his parishioners and fellow clergymen, he was Father Godwin, the long-serving priest loved by all whom he served in the name of God. Outside church walls, he was his siblings’ much-loved Loku Aiya, and Loku Mama/Mahappa to his many nieces and nephews. To his immediate family, he was Thathi, or D Boy, and to his grandkids- Nanga and I- he was our beloved Seeya.
It is as Seeya that Nanga and I knew him, and some of our earliest memories feature him and Archcha, both of whom doted on us, as grandparents tend to do. Little snippets of memories I recall mostly concern his habits and quirks. I remember playing with his thinning wisps of hair, which he always combed meticulously with his famous black knight brill cream. When going out, he’d always have his trusty sling bag by his side without fail. In Australia, he’d always tend to the garden with the same gardening shirt and an old bucket hat of mine, giving the plants the same love and attention he gave all things.
When we were younger, and Seeya was still in active service, I remember him best with his cassock on – as Father Godwin, the long-serving Archdeacon of Colombo. Whilst always quiet and introspective, and never raising his voice, he was at his most animated in priestly garb, commanding the attention of all service-goers when preaching at the pulpit. During his many years of distinguished service, he was fortunate enough to travel widely- and many of his best stories were set abroad. For instance, he’d have us in fits of laughter talking about his time in rural Yorkshire, and his struggles understanding their thick country accents – “Oop and oop!” – as he’d say.
Seeya grew up in a large family of seven brothers and sisters, and if one was ever after a reference on his character, look no further than his siblings. Listening to them talk of their beloved Loku Aiya in his youth showed me how kind hearted and loving he had been from his youngest days. Seeya, I was told, was never one for sugary treats – and would slowly sneak his share to the grateful hands of his younger siblings when they wanted more. This fondness for his youngest siblings is very clear from their stories- but so, too, his sense of humour. Recently, I learnt that he affectionately nicknamed his two youngest sisters after the family cows!
Of course, the setting I knew Seeya best was at home, amongst close family. As Thathi, Diddy or D-Boy, he was the rock of the household, a constant source of strength and wisdom – and with his trusty diary by his side, the most organised person I’ve ever known too. Whether keeping track of dates and duties, or organising Archcha’s numerous pills and tablets into daily doses, anything he could be relied upon to remember. Such was his importance, that we’d often find Archcha asking after him when Seeya had gone out of eyesight for even the briefest of moments! Once, I “mistakenly” locked Nanga in the bathroom – and in the chaos that followed, it fell to Seeya to come from outside, cut open the window, and get her out. Afterwards, I remember getting a rare scolding from him – all the more remarkable since he was never one to raise his voice.
With Nanga and I being their only grandchildren, Seeya and Archcha helped enthusiastically with our schooling and other activities. For instance, they bought my first instrument, a guitar, for my 6th birthday. When he was still serving at St. Michael’s, Seeya would walk Nanga and I to Bishop’s, and after school, he and Archcha would take us to the nearby corner shop for a Milo or Nesquick. Having spent many months over numerous trips staying with us in Australia, he’d do the same over there. Many a time, Seeya would accompany us home from primary school, or to the playground. When we went to high school, this didn’t change- he’d always be waiting for me at my bus stop to accompany me home. Ever the caring grandfather, he’d even try his best to take my heavy schoolbags off me and carry them home!
That was the Seeya I knew – always concerned more with others and their welfare than his own. Whether you knew him as Father Godwin, Loku Aiya, Mahappa, Thathi, or something else, all of us have been touched by his life. Personally, I will remember my Seeya as a man of great gentleness, humility and faith – someone who served others dutifully throughout his life. I’m sure all of you will remember him the same way.
Vale, Coultas Edward Godwin Weerasuriya- a man of many names who meant the same to one and all.
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Obituary: As I write these lines I regret to inform you of the passing away
of Ven. Godwin Weerasuriya, former Archdeacon of Colombo and Vicar
of the Cathedral. Fr. Godwin, as many of us fondly refer to... moreExtracted from the Cathedral News - April 2020
Obituary: As I write these lines I regret to inform you of the passing away
of Ven. Godwin Weerasuriya, former Archdeacon of Colombo and Vicar
of the Cathedral. Fr. Godwin, as many of us fondly refer to him, passed
away peacefully in the presence of his family.
Due to the prevailing health crisis and the regulations being enforced by
the authorities in the country, the family will be compelled to make the
necessary arrangements for his funeral at short notice.
Your prayers will be appreciated for Mrs. Manora Weerasuriya, his wife,
and children, Shanika, Shahini, Chaminda and siblings, in their time of
bereavement.
Let us, in our prayers, thank God for the life of this exemplary human
being who touched many of us through his life and example.
May his Soul Rest in Peace and Rise in Glory!
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An extract from the sympathy card sent by Rev. & Mrs. Karol Misso:
We heard with much sadness, of the death of Fr. Godwin. He was a much loved priest, a very faithful and caring pastor. I had the privilege of being the recipient of his ministry in... moreAn extract from the sympathy card sent by Rev. & Mrs. Karol Misso:
We heard with much sadness, of the death of Fr. Godwin. He was a much loved priest, a very faithful and caring pastor. I had the privilege of being the recipient of his ministry in my youth at St. Francis of Assisi. I have many memories of those years and of the strong leadership he provided.
I am most thankful that we had the opportunity to see him when we visited in December. They were short and very precious moments. He was very alert, and had a good memory, inquiring after many members of my family. I had a sense that he knew his time was short, yet wanted to live life to the fullest, ready to meet the Lord he loved and served.
Manora, please accept our condolences. You are in our thoughts and prayers as you grieve his loss. May he Rest In Peace and Rise in Glory. less
An extract from the sympathy card sent by Chris Thomas, son of the late Rev. Charlie Thomas:
I have known Fr. Godwin ever since he came to Mt. Lavinia in 1959, as my Dad’s assistant. That is how long he has been associated with the Thomas family, in... moreAn extract from the sympathy card sent by Chris Thomas, son of the late Rev. Charlie Thomas:
I have known Fr. Godwin ever since he came to Mt. Lavinia in 1959, as my Dad’s assistant. That is how long he has been associated with the Thomas family, in which he has had a special place. My parents were very fond of him and all their children hold him in great affection. So, it is with great sadness that we learnt that he has passed away. His life was long and well lived, exemplary n its obedience to our Lord. He remained always humble, despite his high office in the church. He was a good priest, a good husband, a good father, a good man.
May he Rest In Peace.
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This is an appreciation for the life of Ven. Godwin Weerasuriya, whose demise on 25th March 2020 was a great loss to the Anglican Church. He was a devout and committed priest who served in many churches in Sri Lanka. While being in the ministry for over 60
Writing in the Ecclesiastical Law Journal, Archdeacon R. L. Ravenscroft sums up The Role of the Archdeacon Today as: “being a good steward so that others are freed to be the worshiping, witnessing …
The saddest day of my life dawned on 25th March, 2020 when my beloved father was called to rest. He left a tremendous void that no one will ever fill. I hope that in bringing to life some of my beautiful memories of... moreMy Father – the way I remember him
The saddest day of my life dawned on 25th March, 2020 when my beloved father was called to rest. He left a tremendous void that no one will ever fill. I hope that in bringing to life some of my beautiful memories of him, the pain of my terrible loss will be somewhat eased.
My father was kind and jovial. My earliest recollection of him was how he used to give me a shower when I was around 2+, and then carry me up to the mirror to see if I looked a little cleaner after the shower. I must have enjoyed this routine very much, because I remember feeling sparklier each time he carried me to the mirror!
My father was devoted to his family. He came from a close-knit family and loved his mother and siblings very dearly. (His father had passed away by the time I came along). He extended this same devotion to his in-laws, nieces and nephews on both sides of the family. Of course, on one or two occasions, he forgot their names, and gave them nicknames like “Star” or “Soldier” that were the subject of much family humour and folklore.
My father was gentle and forgiving, though my mother was somewhat of a disciplinarian. Sometimes, she complained to him about some mischief by me or my siblings, asking him to meter out a punishment. In my case, it was almost always because I was reading novels instead of doing some household chore. In response to my mother’s request, he would have me sit in front of his study while he worked. And when I became restless from boredom, he would challenge me with mathematical equations that I had to work out mentally, so he could be left to concentrate on whatever it was he was doing. I remember quite enjoying those “punishments”. In fact, I think they may have contributed toward improving my speed and accuracy in arithmetic.
My father taught me about honesty and integrity. When we were young, he used to keep the altar wafers in a cubby up high, and I happened to stumble upon them one day. There were several little packs of wafers and I helped myself to one and shared it with my Christian friends at Bishops College. Since we were all around 10 years of age, none of us had received communion, so all the girls were excited to taste the wafer that we had seen the adults partaking in at church. I came home promising them more the next day. Alas, my younger brother told on me, and I remember being reprimanded by my father for that terrible act of mischief. I never touched those wafers again.
My father knew how to bring out the best in people. Whilst at school, I cannot remember a day when he asked me to study or do my homework. If he found my bedroom light on into the early hours of the morning, he would quietly come up to me and ask if I shouldn’t get into bed to catch a wink of sleep. I could even wake him up at any time of the night, if while studying, I saw a cockroach flying by. He would enter, slipper in hand, ready to relieve me of my fear. Whatever grades I brought home were always good enough for my father. He took pride in every achievement of his children, no matter how small. Over the years, I realized that it was my father’s simple delight that remained my greatest motivation to succeed, rather than any career ambition or fame.
My father was kindness, goodness, faithfulness personified. I remember memorising Galatians 5: 22-23 as a child. It was not hard as I saw all the fruits of the spirit in my father. He was always concerned about the welfare of his family, his friends and their friends, as well as that of his parishioners. On weekdays, he left home at 6.30 am for Daily matins. After a quick breakfast, he would proceed to the Bishop’s Office. After lunch he used to lie on his easy chair for a quick nap, but would never leave the phone off the hook even for a brief respite. Many chose to telephone him or ring our doorbell to meet him at this time, but he always welcomed whomever it was, and attended to their needs. He worked steadily til dinner time, but then always had time for us. On many a night, he was called to administer last rites to a dying member of his parish, and I would remain awake until he got back, as I knew his eyelids were often heavy while driving his car or riding his motorcycle at those late hours.
My father was a committed and loving mentor. He cared deeply for the junior priests under his supervision and to many of them, he was a father figure. Once, I remember how he worried for a young deacon who was returning to the Vicarage in Nuwara Eliya at nightfall, in the cold and pouring rain without an umbrella. Another time, I recall how he pacified a young priest who was terribly homesick one Christmas Eve. There were so many more instances of such concern. Our doors were always open to anyone who dropped by.
My father had an uncanny ability to sleep anywhere, at any time. A fond story recounts a meeting at Bishop’s House that went on into the night, when there was a sudden power outage. The meeting continued in candlelight, but when the lights came on, my father was discovered enjoying a quick snooze in the unexpected darkness! I have also heard that, in the midst of a conversation with a Buddhist monk on a long bus trip, my father fell asleep on the monk’s shoulder! The good monk allowed my father to rest his head until it was time for him to get off the bus, and apparently had to gently wake him up, much to the amusement of the rest of the passengers.
My father needed very little to be happy. Whenever I asked him what he would like to have, his answer was always the same: “I have everything I need”. As a child, he dropped me at school on his motorcycle everyday for a week or two after I sustained a minor head injury following a fall. I had not realised that my father wore the same shirt every morning, until one of my teachers casually mentioned in class that she missed seeing his signature purple batik shirt that day! Another little girl was very amused to find my father wearing the same brown shirt each week when he visited their church. She had even asked her mother if Uncle Godwin possessed only that one shirt!
In early March this year, when my father’s sister Chandranee, and I arrived to spend a few unforgettable last days by his side, he told us many amusing stories of their childhood, recounting each in impressive detail, well into the night. It was beautiful hearing all those tales of long ago, and to know just how close a family theirs had been.
Thathi passed away shortly after I left Sri Lanka, but every day until his death he would ask me how I was, how Nilan and the kids were, and how the corona situation was in Sydney.
I miss my father so much, but I know our irreplaceable loss is heaven’s great gain. The multitude of heavenly hosts, along with his parents and siblings who have gone before him, must surely have rejoiced at his coming, saying “Well done thou good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of your master”.
May my precious and beloved father rest in peace and rise in glory!