To my beloved husband - Hardat, March 2024

I have a pain that I can't describe the depth

I have a pain that burns my inside

A pain that howls all the time

Evenings and weekends are worse

A pain that shot my brain and ability to think and to feel

A pain that could be eased if only you reappeared

A pain that made me angry at first and indifferent at least

Angry at every soul and at myself

Asking why's and how's

My pain will never go away 

I have a pain in my heart

I have  a pain in my soul

A pain that only you can ease

But you are not here

 I have a pain for the rest of my life

A  pain to breathe

A permanent pain since you are with me

Sitting here at 5 am remembering, my time in the operation room when i was rushed for emergency  cesearn, I was so scared and crying after losing 2 babies prior uncle Hardat as i went onto  call him , came rushing in with a smile on his face ,oh shafali is that a tear i see it better be tears of joy .he knew i was scared of losing this baby as well, he went on to assure me he wasn't gonna leave until he made sure my son is here and all is well. AND HE DIDN'T LEAVE he stayed until i was awake in recovery to bring my baby boy and gived me update on my son. For the past 2  wonderful  years he has been my son dr ,his kind words, affirmation, and guidance on caring for  my son will forward be in heart. REST IN PEACE uncle hardat.

My heart felt condolences to his family. 

Dear Tarana, daughters and the Persaud family: Please know what you are feeling right now sadness, numbness.anger no will to go on is normal. Tara a you have lost your other half, your soulmate the girls their father .Remember the love you shared and all the happiness you gave each other. May Hardat soul go directly to the feet of the Almighty.

I met Hardat over 40 years ago when I was living in Guyana. He lived on the same street as my grandparents - Cyril & Iris Nanga who adored him, and he spent many days and happy times in their home. He was always a part of our birthday parties, family functions and other celebrations because we regarded him as family, a cousin, a nephew, grandson. I remember him back then as a quiet, polite, mannerly and respectful young man.

I moved to Barbados at age 11 and he subsequently left on a scholarship to Russia, and we all lost contact. My grandmother cried her eyes out when he left for Russia! 

However, in April 2021 we would circle around the world and come right back to meet up again. When I was given his number to call and reconnect with him, memories of my childhood and grandparents came to my mind. It was a wonderful reunion! My sister and cousins not only spoke to him too, but we added him to our family chat group - after all he was family!

We all spoke daily. Laughed like kids we once were! We exchanged stories, shared pics of family! We woke up to daily inspirational quotes from Hardat with photos from his expansive garden. He was such a class act, a gem of a person.

To his wife, children and family, we extend heartfelt condolences to all of you. 

And as for heaven, well heaven has gained another angel.  It must be one awesome, happy reunion in heaven with my grandparents and Michelle, my sister.

Rest in peace, Hardat! Rest in peace.

I met Dr. Hardat when I visited Guyana in January 2022 with his goddaughter Ashley and other friends. The Persauds warmly welcomed us into their home for dinner and treated us to delicious Guyanese and Russian dishes. Uncle Hardat and I instantly connected over our shared passion for languages and linguistics; we had an animated conversation about our experiences learning Sanskrit, Russian, and Hindi. Although my interactions with him were fleeting and limited to that night, his compassion, piety, sharp intellect, and hospitality left the deepest of impressions on me. 

Before I left his house, he gave me a copy of Robin Hood in Russian.  He had signed its inner cover, gifting it to me in the spirit of a “love for languages.” I kept that book on my bookshelf all throughout my undergraduate studies and consulted it regularly whenever I needed to brush up on Russian. I will never forget this thoughtful gesture.

I was deeply saddened to hear of Uncle Hardat’s passing. He has evidently touched countless lives, both through his remarkable work as a pediatrician and as a member of his community. I have no doubt that he will be remembered fondly by all whose lives he brightened. 

I would like to convey my sincerest condolences to Auntie Tarana and the rest of the family. May his soul rest in eternal peace.

ॐ शांति । Om Shanti.

I had a fond memory of enjoying dinner (duck curry and dhal puri) with Doc, Tarana and my parents during one one of my yearly visits to Guyana.  His simplicity had a profound effect on me.  I must say he will be missed immensely by my parents Suedatt & Sita Singh for his visits and chats.

Doc all your pain and suffering is over, rest in peace and look over us all.

Sincere Condolences to the family of Dr Hardat Persaud.The most dedicated Pediatrician I came across, a Gem of a person. 

May Lord KRISHNA console and guide his family during this tragic time. 😥

Of all the gifts in life, having Hardat in our lives was the greatest of all.   A remarkable brother & son, more than a friend to the Shaw family for 50 years with a heart of gold.

Kind, humble and a true friend to all.

I first met Hardat in 1983, just before he left Guyana. Throughout the years, we've learned so much about him.

He has left us a lifetime of sweet memories. Begining from their time at Charlestown and their lunch time specials, and swimming at Luckhoo pool. Camping with the gang and the fun times shared and some of his favorite music.

We pray for comfort and strength for Tarana and family.

Rest in Peace HP, you remain in our hearts forever.

Allah sənə rəhmət eləsin gözəl insan. Bizi çox tez tərk edib getdin. Sənin yerini hec kim  hecnə doldura bilməz. Çünki sən özünü elə sevdirmişdinki bizlərə ….. 🥺🥺😔😔😭😭😭

Bir daha ALLAH sənə rəhmət eləsin ruhun şad olsun məkanın cənnət olsun hamımızın çox sevimlisi olan Dadi miz.  

When I think that Hardat is no longer here, all I can so is sit and stare.  I have so many memories of him. 

When he first returned to Guyana from Russia, he arrived walking, holding the hand of a little girl, smiling his wide smile because I didn’t recognize him. But my mom threw open the door and welcomed him with hugs. Then I realised it was Hardat! From then on, he stayed close to our family. I remember celebrating New Year’s at his house, his always smiling face, his jokes and stories, his garden. 

Tarana, Chep and Emmy -  you are so lucky he was your husband and dad.  He was one of the kindest, gentlest people I’ve ever known.  He touched the lives of SO many people that his memory will always live on through all of us. 

Rest well, Hardat.  You will be missed and we are poorer because you are no longer with us.