Yathu mama was a caring and kind person. I met him when I was four years old in Srilanka at his house, he would feed breakfast for my sister and I, I would never forget those days. Few years later we went to Srilanka again with my dad and sister, the first day of that night I was scared so I cried and when I cried Yathu mama would take me to his bedroom to sleep with him. We went the third time to Srilanka and I was eleven years old so I released how nice he was. We really miss him. We will never forget him. It is a really heart breaking time.