Nisha Shanth, Alummootil-Thankappan,
Departed on 01/05/2022
Nisha Alummootil Thankappan was born in Bombay on October 31, to her father, Alummootil Kalyani Thankappan, and mother, Sulochanna Vadakkyal Porayil,Nisha moved to changanassery , the native place of her father, for a few years. Finally, Nisha settled down in Calicut, the native town of her mother until her marriage. Tragically, she lost her father and younger sister during her teenage years but persevered through the many challenges that life presented her at such a young age. Nisha worked hard to complete her qualifications and secure employment. She pursued a Bachelor of Arts in History and intended to work in tourism; however, she ultimately found her calling in caregiving roles. She began her career as a receptionist at the National Hospital (Calicut), where she worked for five years and developed skills in typography.
While at the National Hospital, Nisha met her future husband, Shanth Irudayaraj. Despite cultural differences, they fought for love and married. Nisha gave birth to her daughter, Sneha R. T. Shanthakumar (Minnu), on December 7 in Calicut.
Nisha, her husband, and daughter Sneha lived in Dubai for four years with her mother, brother, and extended family.
Nisha accompanied her husband to the UK, where they eventually settled. She later had a son, Shanil A. F. Shanthakumar (Iggy), on May 5. As Nisha adjusted to her new life, she found joy in making friends within the Malayali community. She was an excellent cook and loved preparing meals for the community. Known for her kind heart and caring nature, Nisha often looked after the children in her community and worked at a Bupa care home.
Her work with people and children was filled with dedication and empathy. Nisha was compassionate and so empathetic that others' pain felt like hers. Later, she reconnected with her faith through Prof. M.Y. Yohannan's prayer meetings and attended regular local prayer meetings in the UK, led by Mr.Shaijan Joseph and other servants of GOD. She also listened to daily online prayer meetings for Keralam. These meetings brought her closer to Jesus Christ, and She became a born-again Christian and an avid churchgoer
In April 2022, Nisha was injured in a devastating fire accident. She was hospitalized for nearly a month before tragically succumbing to sepsis thereafter cardiac arrest.
The loss of someone who held our family together filled our lives with laughter and took care of our every need is immeasurable. We continue to miss her every day. Grief doesn't simply fade with time; it ebbs and flows, washing over us like waves, and we learn to live with it.
Nisha poured her heart into the people she loved. Her genuine soul was loved profoundly and cared for immensely. We miss the moments we cannot share with her, but we hope one day to reunite with her in the afterlife. Nisha's unconditional love will forever resonate through the family and friends she cherished.
Shanth,(Husband).
My wife, Nisha, is an angel. There are no words to express her love for me, and the pain of her absence is unbearable. I don't know how to live the rest of my life without her but only trusting in Jesus Christ. I will love my sweetie forever and hope to see her again in eternal life with My Lord and my Savior, Jesus Christ.
Minnu, (Daughter).
I need to figure out where to begin... My earliest memory of Amma is from when I was a toddler. I remember my mum making lunch for our family. She was feeding me kanji (rice porridge), but my eyes were fixed on the big clay pot filled with spicy fish curry. I vividly remember throwing a fit because I wanted so badly to taste it, and after a prolonged tantrum, my mum finally let me try some. My taste buds burned as I ran around the front yard, and Amma said, "I told you it was spicy, didn't I?" She looked surprised when I came back for another bite—and then another, and another. I remember my mum and aunty laughing as they watched me enjoy the spicy curry. Amma and I bonded over our shared love of spicy, sour foods. When we video-called each day, we would show each other the dishes we had made, each of us trying to make the other's mouth water.
Sometimes, we ate rice with green chili, tamarind, and salt—our favorite simple meal. My mum was the most outstanding teacher of all. She taught me how to cook and that cooking with love and putting your whole heart into a dish makes it taste amazing. Amma taught me so much more, like how to love purely, forgive and forget, listen better, and always help those in need.
She led by example. I wish she could see the person she helped me become and how much more I resemble her daily. There are so many moments in my life when I want to pick up the phone and call her; she would be even happier than me to hear my news.
My only hope is that she is always by my side, watching over me and all of us. I hope we will be together again as a family, with Our Lord and Amma. I couldn't face the next day without that hope to anchor me. I Love you, Mum.
Iggy,(Son).
My mother was a remarkable woman, and I am confident that everyone who met her couldn't help but love her. She showed kindness and compassion to everyone she encountered.
She was a gentle soul, taken from us far too soon, and we will all miss her deeply. I remember coming home from school to smell my favorite dish cooking, eagerly waiting to eat it. My mum took care of all the small details, always looking after me while my dad worked long distance.
I remember rewatching her funeral and seeing so many people gathered to honor her. My mother was among the strongest, bravest, and kindest people to grace this planet. Without her, I wouldn't be here today, wouldn't be the person I am, and wouldn't have the life I live.
She is everything to me and more; I could never quantify her importance in my life. My mother was the best mother anyone could ask for:
She was loving,
An incredible cook,
And loved by all.
Thank you, Amma, for everything.
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