George K. Lall

In Loving Memory of George Kishan Lall

George Kishan Lall, 86, of Greenwich, Connecticut, passed away peacefully on June 9, 2025, surrounded by his loved ones. Born on August 8, 1939, in New Delhi, India, George lived a full and faithful life defined by deep conviction, quiet strength, and unwavering dedication to his church and community.

A steadfast and principled man, George was known for his resolute spirit and generous heart. He found joy in simple things—traveling in his younger years, preparing meals for his family with care and love, and devoting himself wholeheartedly to his church. His faith was the cornerstone of his life, guiding his every decision and action with humility and grace.

He is survived by his beloved wife, Kirubananthi; his children, Irene, Joel, and Ivy; his son-in-law, Rakesh; and his cherished granddaughter, Natalie. He also leaves behind seven beloved sisters and extended family of nephews and nieces. George’s legacy lives on in their lives and in the many hearts he touched through his warmth, hospitality, and quiet wisdom.

A wake will be held on Thursday, June 12th from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM at Lacerenza Macari Family Funeral Home, 8 Schuyler Ave, Stamford, CT. A funeral service will follow on Friday, June 13th at 11:00 AM at Christ Church, 254 E Putnam Ave, in Greenwich, with burial afterward at St. Mary's Cemetery, 399 North Street.

His family invites all who knew him to join in remembering a life well-lived, rooted in love, service, and faith.

A poem in his memory:

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight

I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!